Sally took a breath. "Well, part of me is flattered. Surprised, but pleased. Of course, these emotions are completely overshadowed by the part of me that wants to tell you that you're a day late and a sickle short. Not to mention the part that wants to hex you for treating both of us this way and for being stupid enough to not realize that you're doing it."
Her words stumbled over themselves as she spoke. "And then there's the part of me who wants to tell you..." Her throat tightened. How could she admit that he should just give up on Sally. To stop this foolish game.