Anye dodged away and began walking again at a brisk pace, still possessing no idea if she was heading for the nearest subway station or not, but she figured she'd wait and see if he seemed to favor either direction.
Unfortunately, of all the things Anye was good at, of all the knowledge she hoarded, how to accept a compliment had never quite clicked in her head. She was the ugly duckling, and her appearance had seldom been complimented by anyone other than her parents before college. At which point she was so socially off balance she tended to distrust compliments, always waiting for the ax to drop. A catch. The unspoken but after. That wasn't the way things were with Nick, but it didn't make it any less awkward in her brain. She wasn't sure if the way she felt about him made it worse or not, but she was pretty sure it didn't help. "Don't be stupid, you loser," she mumbled clumsily, and handed him a napkin. "Which way are we going?"