Five Sentence Fiction: Awkward

When I saw this prompt, I could easily think of awkward situations - I have been in a fair few, but putting that into words just wasn't happening for me. So I haven't joined the linky, I figure that I can sneak this one under the radar, and it is likely to be closed by now ready for next weeks prompt. So, here is my contribution.

There was no air in the gallery and no noise either, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that it was like being in a vacuum, but as she looked over at her companions face it occurred to her that she might not get a response...it looked like he had a vacuum all of his own, nicely positioned just between his ears.

When she looked back at the painting that was absorbing all his attention, its dull muted colours, gentle brush strokes and frivolous subject matter, it occurred to her in her bright blue dress and heavily made up face that this was what people meant when they said that she was 'no oil painting'.

When he spoke she nearly jumped out of her skin, his voice was much deeper than she had imagined and he spoke with a lisp - which seemed such an odd combination - she just stared blankly at him until his eyes met hers, she kept on staring and then she noticed his forehead crumple and realised he must have asked her something.

I said...'what do you think of the painting?', 'she looked at him and he was very attractive, but she couldn't quite figure out why her friends had set her up on a date with a man who barely spoke and who considered standing in silence a perfect activity for a first date, she was hot, bored and her feet were killing her, 'its shit' she mumbled as she looked back at him.

'I'm the artist' he replied.