That's the problem, Frank. [ her head turns to where shes facing him now, eyes bouncing back and forth over his features. her hand moves from his hand up his arm until she's brushing the back of her fingers against his cheek. ] I'm not supposed to feel special, and neither are you. That's not really how these things are supposed to work.

[ everything that comes out of her mouth sounds combative to whats happening, but her heart is racing, especially now that her eyes are on his. ]