Letting out a scoff, Theo shook his head at her. “No,” he pointed out, “I’m not that desperate for a screw.” He hadn’t looked for one since the outbreak and he wasn’t all that much interested in the prospect now.
Plus, if there was anyone he wanted to sleep with, it wouldn’t be a stranger she’d picked up off of the streets, no matter how good looking he was.
“I just wanted to scope out the competition,” he said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder as he watched her steal a piece of his brownie. He opened his mouth to say something, but, at the look on her face, he shut it close and held up his hands in defeat. He was smart enough not to challenge her. Taking a small bite of the baked good, Theo listened to her account intently.
He noticed that Torrie didn’t like to show she cared, but he also knew that she was a better person than she gave herself credit for. Or maybe it was just her way of distancing herself from people. He could understand that.
“You did what you had to do,” he stated, reaching over to fork some of her spaghetti in mild retaliation. (Two could play that game after all.) “Do you know where he might be from?” Foreign was a bit on the vague side. “Europe? Middle East? Asia?”