Sara looked across the breakfast bar at Johnny where he leaned.  His deep brown eyes were soft and comforting as he gazed back at her, head resting carelessly in his palm.  He was taken by her.  Captivated in a way that he could not himself explain.  But Sara only recognized her new friend.  The sweet man that had been her savior on more then one occasion during their short acquaintance. 

Never noticing the long in his gaze, Sara ignorantly turned in her chair to the house that surrounded her.  She twisted herself around, where Johnny's living room lay sprawled out behind her.  The room was large.  The walls were plain with a large picture window along the front, and several smaller windows inset along the other two.  A large plasma TV hung on the South wall.  In the center sat two large sofas.  Over sized and brown they connected at the turn with a small wooden end table that housed one small lamp.  A large matching brown Ottoman stood in the center and on the opposite side a very large, and inviting leather recliner.  Other then that...there was nothing.  The room was virtually empty.

Sara picked at her tooth with her manicured finger nail before finally breaking the silence, "This place is..." she searched for the perfect adjective.

"Indicative?" Johnny suggests. 

"Large."

Johnny stood up from his crouched position to clear some of the dishes as Sara continued to absorb his life.

Noticing the lack of, well every thing.  Indicative, she thought, this place is a God Damn living metaphor.

She removed herself from the stool, and casually strolled into the vast, empty room.  Johnny stopped to watch; his brows raised with skepticism. 

"I get it," she finally offered.

"Get what?" he asked wiping the last piece of pancake in it's syrup and tossing it in his mouth.

"This place," Sara adds raising her arms slightly. 

Johnny wiped his mouth, and folded his arms across his chest as he awaited her great insight.

"It's like a character in a bad movie."

Johnny looked around again with out making a single motion, then back at her as if searching for more of an explanation.

"This place.  It's you," she said.

Johnny stroked his face in confusion, "It's my house.  So... Ya."

Sara shook her head in defiance as she quickly returned to the bar stool.  Resting her upper body on the bar its self she argued back with great enthusiasm, "No.  That's not what I mean."  Looking around she added, "the living room...it's you.  If you were a room."

Johnny was dumbstruck at this point.  Many of his conversations with Sara were hard to follow.  Rarely had they ever taken a direct route from point A to point B.  Once again he was confused, but the explanation he felt would be intriguing, so he urged her on with baited breath.

"It's Empty," she tells him.

"Thank you," he replies jerking his head back with indignant surprise.

"But it's comfortable."

Johnny finds himself still at a loss.

Sara's gestures have relaxed again.  The 4:30 morning hour has taken back hold of her, and she suddenly felt quiet and less animated.  "Look at this furniture Johnny.  It's big.  It's soft.  Inviting.  It's comfortable."  She returned her stare to meet his.  "Like your eyes."

Johnny's posture changed as he felt the connection to her.  He realized in that brief moment that he is a great comfort to her and in turn he himself is comforted by that very notion.  For a split second, it is the perfect moment.

"But the rest of the room." Sara can't quit on that positive note.  Instead she continues her symbolic living room description.  "It's empty.  The walls are bare.  There's nothing else...nothing of any substance."

"Empty," he repeats in question.

"Like your life Johnny."

"Empty," he repeats again with much more passion to his voice.  "You think my like is empty?" he mocks.

Sara shrugs her shoulders half heartedly.  At this point she realizes that she has hurt his feelings.

"Empty?  Why?  Because I'm not married.  Is that what it is?  Or is it just because I don't have nick knacks on my counter?"

"No," she whines back to him.  "It's not that I think your life is empty.  It's just that..." once again she searches for the right words, "you just seem lost.  Or alone.  Or something."  Back off the stool in discomfort Sara begins moving about the room with no certain direction, "I don't know Johnny.  It's just, I look in your eyes, and they are so warm and comforting.  They're a nice place to be."  She stopped only for a moment to look directly at him.  "But then if you take a second look.  Take one tiny second to look at the things in your life that are real.  The things that really matter...Johnny you don't have that much.  You live alone.  Your friends are all self absorbed...jerks. You have no family."  Sara walks quietly again back to the counter top across from this dark haired man.  "There's no nick knacks," she ads with a half smile.

Johnny stands in silence with his brow still raised.  He says nothing in response.  He puts the remaining dish in the sink before turning back around to meet Sara's gaze.  "Well.  I guess that's why they call it the living room then."