( ; he wondered if he should answer her truthfully or not and decides that the truth was better than anything, not looking at her when he answers, afraid to see her reaction * ) Them. ( ; he says, chest tightening, itching to take a cigarette from his pocket but resists, not wanting her to think that he had succumbed to such vices * ) How about you?
{`chews on her lip, tapping her fingers on her arm as she looks at the side, the counter, anywhere but him; that look in his eyes had gotten worse and she hated it, everything about him was so ugh right now she wanted to punch something; glances up at him when she hears him speaking, her lips and hand starting to tremble in anger, what she tries to control by squeezing her arm and biting her lower lip harder, staring at him with the same cold look she had always since they met again} The irony.












