Cavan didn't tease her about her little bumble. She was already tearing herself up inside, he didn't feel like another little nudge was needed. Besides, the psychological side of torture wasn't really his bag. He respected those who enjoyed it, and even admired their skill.
But he was, and always would be, hands on.
"I'll see you again. I promise." It might have sounded ominous coming from him, if she'd known what he was. But he was pretty confident that he'd managed to keep her away from that side of him, keep it hidden well enough that she might just think him a little odd.
Cavan slipped from his chair, grabbing his book and leaving money on the counter. It was enough to cover her fries as well as the tip, but he didn't say anything.
"Bye." He gave her one last smile and then walked to the door and out of the diner.