He knew for a fact that she was faking the contrite attitude, the apology. Just like he knew for a fact the woman across the street was watching them debating if they were related somehow or if she should call the police and was really hoping it was the former so she wouldn't have to bother with appearances and being a good person. And how the man stopped at the red light about a half a block away couldn't wait to get home so he could warm himself up next to the heater and read his son a bedtime story. There were people in the coffee shop just at the edge of his mental perception - some of them throwing unfounded insults at the girl standing sullenly before him to make themselves feel better; some checking out the barrista and comparing his backside to one celebrity or another.
All of the voices crowding his mind and growing the headache that had already started with dealing with the girl. His eyes shut again and his hand was back to pinching his nose as he took another deep breath to try and focus his own mind, shut the voices out somehow. Laying down would help right about now.
Nathaniel nodded and waved his hand in indication she could follow as he turned and began once more for his hotel. An invitation once given could not be rescinded - the demands of etiquette and a civilized society.
If she followed he couldn't immediately tell, his mind too crowded with more and more inane thoughts. Any place her thoughts and feelings had within that lost to the inundation of other mortals around him, making him more than a little crabby as he finally found the entrance to the hotel. A classy if small place that had a doorman who was quick to do his job and open the glass pane to the warmth of the marbled lobby.