Fuck shit fuck shit. Curse words paraded through his mind as the girl approached, her face contorted with contempt for him. He started to take a step back, realizing that his back was to the mail boxes, and all he could do was press himself back against them as she stood before him, growling and snarling. It was like staring a lioness in the face, and though she was definitely smaller than he was, she had a ferocity about her that made him nervous. In nature, the animal with the most to lose always fought the hardest, but sometimes having nothing to lose made you just as dangerous. The last time they had met, she had had absolutely nothing going for her. Now? He didn't know.
"Hey, that is a sincere compliment!" he said, pointing a finger at her before realizing that pointing was bad. So instead he pulled his hand back, once again messing with the collar of his shirt. "A-and no, actually, I haven't. You were my one and only." He realized that saying that? Was not so smart. Eyes wide, he extended a hand again, palm open to her. "Not that I mean - what I meant was." Hell, it hadn't even been truthful. He had hit Gloria. But not as savagely as this one. This little blonde, broken princess. He had done a number on her. The way she knit herself back together was almost glorious.
Gulping, he looked to the door. "Well, uh. I can see that this is a. Difficult. Place. I'm just gonna leave you to whatever it was you were doing, have a nice night!" With that, he turned to walk towards the door, hoping that she wouldn't bother pursuing him.