His serious tone startles me. "Why's it a problem?" "Because I don't like people," he says bluntly. "I deal with people. That's what I do. But rarely do I particularly like anyone... like them enough to want to deal with them in ways that aren't work to me." "I don't get why that's a problem." "Because I wasn't supposed to like you, Karissa." I'm baffled, unsure what to make of that. "When you say you like me, you mean...?
