"Please, not now," groaned Sarah, who felt a headache blooming behind her eyes. She'd been anxious all day, waiting for her mother to storm back into her life. And here was her mystery stalker, offering her yet another small box.
"It is my understanding that gifts tend to lighten a human woman's mood," he said seriously, with no trace at all of irony. The light from the streetlamp shrouded part of his face in shadows.
"No. The only thing I want from you right now is to be left alone. Maybe forever," she snapped poisonously, turning her back to him.