About 4,500 words and Grace has had enough of Gordon

I honestly don't know what my life would be like without Gordon Toody in it, and I'm really glad I don't need to find out. He was the only thing that kept me going yesterday and today in my writing. Grace is having dinner with Gordon at Jackie's Place, Grace being the eldest sister (I really do need to give them a last name), and a professor at York University in the department of Social and Political Thought, where she specializes in postmodern interpretation of hipster culture. Here is an excerpt from today's session:

One thing was for certain, she had to get out of Jackie’s Place. Gordon’s endless droning about the emotional depth of the Sedin twins and how well this would play with Kirstie Alley’s restrained and dignified approach to the dramatic arts would make any person question her sanity. Gordon excused himself to use the washroom, to wash his hands. At least, he said it was to wash his hands, but Grace suspected something more sinister at play. And by sinister, she meant she suspected he was writing postmodern slogans on the chalkboards that Jackie had placed on the insides of the stall doors in order to discourage graffiti writing, a tactic that was about as effective as abstinence only sex education classes.
In any case, she was once again alone at the table, and she decided, in a very un-Grace-like moment, to leave. She began to generate a list of excuses in her head like:
1) I suddenly became violently ill (a distinct possibility, because she had tried the ‘house specialty’)
2) I suddenly got my period (any mention of menstruation would immediately shut down further questions and was therefore a sure fire hit)
3) I suddenly remembered that I needed my tires rotated
4) It had become abundantly clear to me that if I had to spend 5 more seconds in your company, I would completely lose my will to live and would begin to saw my wrist with a dull, filthy knife, which I quite likely would have pried out of your hands as you used it to cut up your chicken wings, which are quite obviously finger foods, and in addition, I feel the need to inform you that even though I have known you for only a short time, I really feel as though I have known you and hated you forever, because a hatred like this one usually takes time to flourish and grow but I felt it almost immediately with you, which is why I needed to leave.
She stopped there, realizing that she actually really didn’t care about explaining herself to Gordon, or her colleagues, anymore. She got up out of her seat, glanced furtively around, feeling the secret thrill of doing something unexpected, and began to walk toward the door. Jackie glanced up from the bar, where he was polishing the glasses with a filthy rag. He smiled at her gently, his blue eyes twinkling, and in that momentary exchange of glances, she felt a true human connection and a shared understanding, a feeling she had not felt in a very, very long time. She walked out the door and into the night air, wondering what life had in store for her."