“You were so nice at the bar,” I say, my voice going soft. It’s a lie, but I tell it anyway. As if without meaning to, his eyes move over my face, down my body, and back up again before smiling wider, like a predator sensing prey. “I think that was an extenuating circumstance.” I roll my eyes because it seems he is also a liar. Unfortunately, unlike me, he’s not very good at it.
