"Why would you be? You thought I was the same," she pointed out. "Do I really smell like him?" she asked, sniffing her own arm. She couldn't smell it, she couldn't even smell his shower gel and the only way she could smell him at all was because they used to same deodorant.
She didn't want apologies, she'd never quite understood why people apologised for such things, as if they had any say in the matter. It was just one of those things, wasn't it? Something you said even when you didn't mean it because otherwise you had nothing to say.
Where he sat didn't really matter, sitting next to a complete stranger might have been a bit uncomfortable, he hadn't simply excused himself though, which was something. "So you're going to be selling me?" she asked, looking down at where he was sitting. "I'm not really sure what to tell you though. I mean unless you want to get into a discussion about the presentation of gender. I'm the ever so sensitively titled 'Half and Half' I'm pretty sure my qualifications are that I wear boxers and don't buy into the whole beauty industry crap. But you probably can't really use that, can you?"