[If he needed any other evidence that she was not a normal girl, that calm reaction would have been it. Some part of him shrinks from the understanding he sees in her smile. He wants to deny it, tell her she was mistaking his intentions when she found him on the Tower.]
[He can’t lie again. Not after everything his lies and half-truths have done all these years. There’s a familiar pang in his chest. Afraid that it might be reflected on his face, he drops his gaze to the ground and starts to reach for his wallet, preparing to drop a few bills on the table and flee the scene.]
no subject
[He can’t lie again. Not after everything his lies and half-truths have done all these years. There’s a familiar pang in his chest. Afraid that it might be reflected on his face, he drops his gaze to the ground and starts to reach for his wallet, preparing to drop a few bills on the table and flee the scene.]
[coolly] Then perhaps we should cut this short.