"I don't," Lavender shrugged, tugging at Michael's fingers and stretching out his palm. "I'm an open book. I don't even lie. And now your palm is sweaty, too."
Lavender gave Michael's hand a squeeze and leaned in, whispering even though there was no one around, "It'd probably help if you just let it out. A secret that's having this big an effect on you could be dangerous. Give you a stomach ulcer at the least."
Leaning back, she prompted, "Is it a girl? Are you about to fall into another rebound relationship?"