At the same time Amy was making her angry way back to her apartment, David was sitting in his recliner thinking. Thinking about Jennifer and what his next step should be at rekindling their little romance. He wondered if "romance" was even the right word to use; he hoped it was.
David's hurt and wants to approach Jennifer but feels after she's decided not to run with him he shouldn't push her. He doesn't want to alienate her or make her feel pressured. His mind races back and forth between the importance of providing space to a young woman and the desire to pursue that is inherent in most young men. David doesn't want to wait. He doesn't want to sit around and see what happens.
"Patience"! David tells himself as he bangs the foot rest down on his old recliner. As he slowly walks towards the kitchen he thinks about how he will be buying a new recliner soon if he keeps banging around on that old worn out thing. He wonders if the childish behavior of taking out anxiety on helpless living room furniture is something that will pass with time. As he pulls open the refrigerator door and reaches for his half full bottle of Gatorade he says aloud: "I guess I'll have to have the patience to see". David laughs as he takes a big swig from the bottle. This causes him to inhale a little of the liquid and cough violently; spraying Gatorade half way across the kitchen and down the front of his shirt. When David catches his breath he has a hearty laugh at himself. Reaching for the paper towels he just can't stop laughing.