L is for Louie.

You'd come from a wedding and promptly ditched your date for me, though I haven't a clue why. The entire time you sat across from me I stared at the television above your head, bringing myself to look at you only to make fun of you and even then only disinterestedly. You were pretentious and affected, putting on airs though I haven't a clue why, and after several drinks I softened somewhat. I joined you for coffee after everyone else departed, for once in my life too polite to refuse. When you dropped me back at the apartment you said something unintelligible and rather than ask you to repeat yourself I agreed dismissively. It was only after you kissed me that the words clicked, and thus began the one relationship I never even wanted.