[It doesn't matter because that's what he feels. She's sure it's what he must be thinking. Jaw trembling, she turns back around.]
I'm going home.
[Out of his reach before he can grab her arm again.]
A-And I'm not not thinking about it! [Or something. She doesn't even know what she means now, except that she's worked up. She's at the door in seconds, but it wont open. Embarrassed and frustrated because her big exit isn't working, instead she marches toward the ladies room.