“But it is,” I tried to argue, but he cut me short. “You want to talk, Charlie? Fine. Let’s talk.” He stepped into me, lowering his voice so that only I could hear him. Not that it mattered — everyone else was still arguing about the snow day, anyway. “Why don’t you look me in the eyes, right now, right here, and tell me that you feel nothing for me. That’s what you wanted to talk about last time we had a conversation, right? So, here. Hammer it home.”
