She nodded quietly, listening to him and his affirmation, but also trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling she suddenly got realizing that she had let off more than she meant to. Could she be blamed for a slip? While it was inconvenient to say such things without realizing them, she didn't think she could have answered the question in much other way. Still, the last thing she wanted to do was make some stranger think she was trying to get all sentimental and confide something in him. Men seemed to take that as meaning one liked them, and she certainly was not there to make any of these strangers think such a stupid thing.
It was time for a change of subject. She needed to grope her way back to safer ground quickly.
As she dropped the final smoldering remains of her fag to the ground and rotated the toe of her right pump to put it out, she finally looked up to his face again.
"I've just realized I never asked your name," she said, as if she were mildly surprised with herself. She wasn't, of course. Extending her hand, she smiled in rehearsed pleasantness. "I'm Cecilia Hooke. Thanks for the smoke."
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