The glass felt cool on her forehead and she stayed, looking down at the street and the way everything turned miniature from so far up and she felt she was made to gaze down at everybody and everything like she was now. For the moment she was happy. For this moment it felt like she truly did belong here and every risk she'd taken to get to this place had been correct.
Peeling herself off from the window and cooed, "Ever the charmer my juicy, slice of seedless watermelon. Hastily she looked for a grease smudge on the window pane but was grateful she had taken the time to powder her face before exiting the car since there was none. She then stepped away from the glass, removed her jacket and answered him while looking for a place to hang it.
The question was irksome. She supposed it was every woman's lot to be dealt the double standard. Honey didn't need to dig deep into her intuition to know men were inherently hypocrites, "I made a choice and I owned up to it. I told him I never wanted to see him again." She took a moment before she looked back at Xander...she wanted to make sure the jacket wouldn't slip from the hanger but it was a fancy sort - velvet with a pivoting brass hook - so the jacket sat anchored to the spot. No matter what other coat she decided to wear or whatever outfit she slipped on...that jacket would be their hanging in the coat closet, waiting for her to come back to it, faithfully.
Finally, when it was noted that the jacket wasn't going anywhere she turned back around to face him and finished with, "but I can't control whether or not he'll try to see me again, Xander. I have that effect on men. They keep coming back for more."