"You call the bar, you say, 'Hey, I'm still around if you want to talk' something. You don't just st- make tracks?" She repeated, then gave a harsh laugh.
"Of course. Game's over now, might as well go. So what was the point, if you don't mind me asking. Mess with my head or try, try and figure me out, see how easy I am, then go? Please. You're not the first to try, just the first to win. Congratulations. Down the freaking hall is the Irene's writing class. In case you're forced to, y'know, actually stay here with me, as horrible as the idea is."
She exhaled angrily, "Did you think of Miles? What this does to him?"