She shrugged. “I’m not what you expected and you don’t find me attractive. It’s okay. Actually, I expected it, really.” I shook my head. “Wait. What?” But she went on, talking fast, filling the silence with babble. “I shouldn’t have asked to meet you. I should have just left things alone, the way they were. But I don’t blame you at all. I really don’t. Look at you.” “Look at me?” I was so fucking confused.
