At this point in the conversation, Miles decided that he could not even be bothered to pay attention to the absolute nonsense she was spouting.
The woman was, quite evidently, a spoiled little princess who was so used to getting her own way in life that she did not even consider the idea that other human beings had not been placed on earth to cater to her every whim and want. Miles had often been told, by friend and enemy alike, that he was in desperate need of bring taken down a peg or two, and while he was inclined to agree with those who had informed him of this, his own arrogance paled in comparison to hers. He did not speak to people like they were little children to be condescended to, and he couldn't fathom what kind of overly pampered, puffed up person would actually have the gall to do so to something they had only just met.
When her cellphone rang, he let out a loud snort and sent an apologetic glance to the people sitting nearest to them, thinking that the irritating little chit was probably the type who would speak excessively loudly whilst on the phone, no matter whose lunch she was disturbing. However, the next thing he heard, the words that came out of her mouth, were so utterly shocking that he froze, wide eyed and open mouthed, and could not seem to focus on anything other than her face for the longest time. Until, of course, his frazzled nerves got the better of him and he heard himself laughing, a wild, abandoned, mirthless laugh, one which disturbed much more than the diners in the immediate vicinity.
The entire cafe turned to look at the two of them, but he just kept on laughing. He couldn't seem to stop himself, in fact.