Rendezvous (flash fiction)

She’d grown tired of waiting and decided to pretend she was the star of a French New Wave film; a fantasy that gave her license to play with his gun. His apartment became a grainy black and white scene that invited her to take hold of the pistol and aim it at items the audience would interpret as significant. In truth they were random, but now she had something to do. She plopped on the bed and lit a cigarette, which would have pissed him off, not because he hated smoking, but he detested