The notion that she was "into" Mr. Morgenstern made Daryl cringe. But she didn't protest. Right now, in this moment, Jane had the reins. Jane was an expert in male-female interactions, and though Daryl had tried to convince herself this wasn't that, it really was. With a defeated sigh, she resigned herself to listening to Jane's advice.
Her gaze fell to the hand on her shoulder, not upset or offended but merely observing. "But I don't," she said weakly.