Gar scoffed. "Rosie, you're a woman. You're already a mystery to everyone you meet." At least ever boy she met, anyway. Plus there was the whole aloof bitch image she completely sucked at maintaining around him. "I mean, just because I happen to notice that your lips twitch when you're full of shit doesn't mean anything. I watch your lips more than most people do."
Gar wondered how exactly he did know when she lied. Maybe it was something in her voice. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was a brat sometimes. It was probably that.