kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“Yes, Mean Girls.” Sophia nodded as if to reassure him that he was correct. Obviously she was just wasting their time talking about a movie he’d never end up watching, but when she started talking she often couldn’t stop. It honestly wasn’t very often someone wanted to talk to Sophia about something she liked so she jumped at that chance she was given. “I guessed.” She said shyly, trying not to sound rude or like she was one to jump to conclusions. “Let me guess, its about breaking out of prison.”
“It’s about more than that, but yeah.” He laughed softly, forgetting the tears that he once shed almost half an hour ago. It was queer how his mood could become as fickle as any woman’s. Their stories changed in several minutes, a fair sign of infatuation. He couldn’t understand why she had decided to stay, or why she was even talking to him, but he found it easy to strike up a horrible topic than he did with anyone else. “You’ll like it, if you like shows about crime and all that crap.” He gave a shrug, poking around his nightstand to clutch his box of cigarettes. Once he slipped one out he grabbed his lighter and lit one, letting the tip glow a bright orange. “Mm, you don’t mind?”