Rosario groaned. "I was tryna find out about you! And then you're coming up to me asking why I'm writing about your dad and when I'm gonna interview you and where it's gonna be published, and I know you know the article doesn't exist, so how'm I not s'posed to think you're fucking with me?"
He was studying her with a look of... of what, if he were anyone else, she would've called confusion. She almost couldn't get her head around it. He'd been lying to her. Following her around, trying to corral her into a fake interview, twisting her questions back on themselves with a smug grin, and all that... all that was his idea of being friendly? Rosario threw up her hands with an explosive sigh. "Man, did you ever think about talking to me like a normal person? Like, 'hey Rosario, I know why you're researching my dad and I know it's whack but do you wanna get to know each other?'