Clara hated when he did that. Standing at the hint of an argument, as if looming six feet over would intimidate her enough to drop the subject.
She rolled her eyes and stared up at him. "So what if I'm projecting, if I have a point. She might not be your one and only, but you're interested in her."
Clara looked at her watch, "break's not over, where the hell are you going? Sit down." She opened the bag of chips she got for him, his favorite, and held it up. "What makes you think I'm going to bend the law?"