Imaginary

"Ever wondered why our thoughts are almost always the same?", Justin asked Mikka.
"Because we're both weird?", she replied.
"Nope." he said as he pinch her forehead. "It's because I am just a manifestation of your thoughts."
She laughed. "Yeah right."
"But wait, that's cool!" she added.
"If it's real." she continued.
"It's real." -J
"Cool." -M
"You don't believe me?" -J
"I do. Really, it's cool." -M
"Okay then." -J

"Dinner's ready!!"

"Hey, that's your mom. You should go." -J
"You should come with me." -M

--dining table--

Justin pulled the chair a little away from the table and offered the seat to Mikka.

"Thank you." Mikka said with a smile.

Justin smiled back and remained standing.

His mom looked at him and asked,
"Justin, what are you waiting for?"

He looked at the chair beside him and found it empty.