“I’m sorry I’m in a mood. But you don’t have to do that.” Frowning, he gestured at my face. “That’s the smile you give nasty customers at the diner.” He stepped in closer and tipped my chin up. “I only want your real smiles, Lila. If you’re mad at me, tell me. Yell at me. I’ll do better. But don’t pretend everything is fine. Trust your feelings.”
