Birds of a Different Feather

This is an original story that I hope to write into a real story to enter into a contest. Any help is appreciated, as in reviews.

Chapter One

Location: Restaurant restroom

Standing in front of the mirror in the dimly lit restroom I practiced my speech. Looking at myself I started to talk aloud.

"It's not that I don't want to see you. I never know when it's the right time to call you. I call you and you can't talk. I call you and you don't pick up. I can't read minds, you can. I wish you could place thoughts into minds, not just read them. Then you would be something special, wouldn't you? Of course, then the President would NEVER let you out. " I finished my speech to myself while staring at my sarcastic look.

Oh, what am I thinking. If I don't even know, how could he. All I know is I love him and I just want some time alone with him. I want to hide away with him. The Season of Truce is starting in a few more weeks. I watch for it every night. The moon gets larger and more orange from the growing heat during the day. The heat patterns becoming more visible in the day. Soon we will shut down and rest, nothing to do on this crazy chunk of land surrounded by water and totally isolated by the interference of the communication to the rest of the world. Nothing to do, but fall in love.

That, she thinks, is what I want to say to him.