"You think they noticed anything?" He asked.
"I don't think so, but it was a close call at lunch." She answered, looking in her mirror and reapplying her lipstick.
"Do you regret it?" He asked, slightly dreading her reply.
"Lunch?" She knew what he meant, but she needed time to think, even if it was a few seconds.
"You know what I mean." He said, standing by her closed door.
She turned around from her mirror, looking him in the eye. "I don't know."
Feeling tired and emotionally letdown, he turned around to leave.
"Wait." She stood up and stepped toward him. He turned around to once again face the woman he loved, but apparently felt nothing for him.
"If this is nothing to you, if today was just a flook, then we can forget it. End it right now. But if today was a possibility for us, then I don't want to walk away from that." He said, tired of the constant cat-and-mouse game of love.
"Haven't you ever been with someone just for the thrill of it?"
He gave her a disbelieving look. "I'm drawn to you, yes, and I do want you, but I don't know why. Sometimes you can be such a cold hearted bitch."
She withdrew, as if she was physically struck by his words. He turned around and walked out of her room, leaving her with a numb feeling inside.