As soon as his hand covered hers, her eyes flew about the room and at the same time, she pulled her hand away from him. She knew it was a horrible thing to do, especially after everything else that had happened, but she had to.
"We can't. They know who I am," she said, trying to apologize for it. She sighed softly, thinking over his question. Honestly, she didn't know. She looked up at him, knowing he was waiting for an answer. What could she say? Finally, she gave him a helpless look. "I don't know. You don't seem like them, like those rich men. You're smart and kind. I enjoy talking to you, you're nice to me." She looked away and down at the table. "You're genuine."