"A-a night spot?" Her voice trembled despite her best efforts.
He was well aware of the sudden change of atmosphere but tried to play it off, still testing her. "Yeah, a really low class place. I think they called it...hm, what was it?" He paused and watched her fret. "'The Gutter', that's it!"
Audrey hadn't heard those words since her tearful confession to Seymour about her past. She was almost sure that once they'd left Skid Row, she could leave all that behind too.
"Oh." Was all she could muster.
"Have you heard of it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, I haven't. I'm sorry." She began to walk out of the room but was stopped when he stepped in front of her, blocking her exit.
"That's funny. You worked there but you haven't heard of it?" He asked with an expressionless look on his face.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry." Her tear filled eyes looked deep into his, silently begging him to stop.
"See, I think you do…" He coldly replied.
Before he could continue any further, a voice came from the next room.
"Michael! What's keeping you?" Sylvia called.
Michael smiled at Audrey before swiftly walking past her, rejoining Sylvia and Seymour. Meanwhile, Audrey stood frozen in the kitchen. She felt as though she'd forgotten how to move.
"Sorry, sweetheart!" He said, wrapping his arm around Sylvia's waist. "Seymour, your wife is such wonderful company! I could've talked to her all day in there!" He laughed and shook Seymour's hand once again.
Audrey slowly reappeared in the living room, staring into space.
"We'll let you get back to your evening now but thank you so much. Audrey, Seymour, we had a wonderful time!" Sylvia beamed as she and her husband headed towards the door.
"Yes, wonderful." Michael said while purposely looking at Audrey. "Good night."
On their way out the door, Seymour waved to them. "Good night!"
Seymour turned to Audrey. "What a lovely couple!" Then he noticed her motionless state. "Audrey, what's wrong?"