[Evelyn, who is not an actress and is abominably bad at maintaining a poker face when not playing poker, frowns at his apparent ability to read her like a book and is simultaneously disappointed with herself for not doing a better job of lying.
Cheeky, indeed.
She inhales slowly, exhales with a sharpness that could cut glass, and acquiesces to his silent request that she extrapolate.]
I wanted to thank you for that day in August. And...I know you're going to say that anyone would have done the same, and perhaps that's true, but "anyone else" didn't. You did.
[Evelyn looks down into her drink briefly before making eye contact.]
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Cheeky, indeed.
She inhales slowly, exhales with a sharpness that could cut glass, and acquiesces to his silent request that she extrapolate.]
I wanted to thank you for that day in August. And...I know you're going to say that anyone would have done the same, and perhaps that's true, but "anyone else" didn't. You did.
[Evelyn looks down into her drink briefly before making eye contact.]
...so, thank you.