Spoilers S5E2
FAKE
This is it.
Her body tenses the moment she hears his footsteps walking down the stairs. She exhales slowly, shoulders up and down around her thoughts.
This is it.
His footsteps come closer to her. She moves her hands away from her lower back, along her hips. Her right thumb brushes her gun for a second, hidden behind her oversized green shirt.
Breathe, Chloe. Breathe and smile.
"Good evening."
Her tremor when she hears his faked British accent isn't… faked. Her smile is, though. It feels true to fake with him, with someone who isn't 'him'.
"Always the truth, Detective."
"Hi."
He looks at her expectantly, smiles too much for the lack of feelings within his gaze. 'He' would never look at her this way. She swears she'd never smile this way for anyone else but 'him'.
This is it. This is fake.
"Do you remember the last time we were here?"
The moment of truth.