"Please do. Spare us all. Can't look at you without hearing Kelly Clarkson. Blimey, I hate that bitch." He rifled through his jacket to find his wallet. Clearly, he doesn't notice the intent she's harboring, just slaps a fifty down on the table and walks out with the bag in one hand and a bottle in the other.

"Come on. Time to go. Can't hang out all day. Shouldn't you be sleeping at this time of night?"

He's already out the door, holding it open for her, and as soon as her hand reaches it, he's heading across the parking lot to hold open her car door, as well.