[Content warning: This is a work of fiction that contains mature subjects and explicit sex scenes.]
"Have something for me?" asked Unsexy Victor.
"Not huge, but progress. I think I found my girl. She agreed to meet for coffee Wednesday morning."
"What time?" He asked that as though it mattered.
"She said 9:30. Doesn’t want our meeting to interfere with her business."
"Smart girl. I like it. Keep me in the loop."
It never occurred to either men how ironic it was for such wordy people to use short, uninteresting sentences like that. If they were more self-aware, I guess they'd be doing something else with their lives.