"Well it's not lik-..wait what?" Harold stopped and blinked and unconsciously took a step back, "What?" Every smart-arsed thing he'd had lined up to say to her and evaporated instantly like an ice cube ON the sun. He wasn't even sure he'd heard her right until she swore. That was a sort of confirming noise. "Is this some kind of joke?" He asked warily, "You're.. you're saying it's me? I'm the guy you like instead of girls?" He pointed at himself, as if maybe, just maybe, Sally hadn't actually gotten THAT good of a look at him.