Uncomfortable silences

Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know.
Mia: That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.
Vincent: I don't think we're there yet. But don't feel bad, we just met each other.
Mia: Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to the bathroom and powder my nose, while you sit here and think of something to say.
Vincent: I'll do that.