“So you’re an honest person?” she asks, and I nod. “Okay. Then a question: what do you want from me, Thompson?” She speaks sweetly, but a fire dances behind her irises. “You’re not listening.” I smirk. “Nothing. I don’t want anything from you.” “Then what’s this all about? Why are you here? Why were you watching lil ol’ me instead of the movie?” “I think I like our dynamic.”
