"Sounds goddamned magical, if you ask me," she replied, smiling sweetly the entire time. Oh, Linnaea. Funny how those words come out of you when your guard is down. But then, that smile turned the other direction, in almost a pouty-lip sort of way. "What happened? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But 'was' implies that it ended, and that look on your face" she pointed at him with her index finger attached to the hand holding her glass "tells me that it wasn't too good to be true, and you didn't want it to end."