@talyonis said . . . “ if you can fake sincerity, you can fake pretty much anything. ”
" i can't fake sincerity, " rory insists, grabbing another fry from their so-called shared basket that she's nearly finished herself — note to self, flag down the waitress and order another one — " i'm a really bad liar. my voice gets all squeaky and my stupid, big bambi eyes might as well be flashing neon signs that say ' LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE, ' you know what i mean? " for emphasis, she takes a sip of her root beer, fingers already reaching for another fry. when she's anxious, she's hungry. " this is a bad idea. how about we circle back to plan a, where we tell the truth and hope she understands. i like plan a. plan a doesn't make me feel like my stomach is the latest star of cirque du soleil."
