Oh, no, no, no, no. His head dropped briefly, before he looked up at her.... it... again. She believed she was something she wasn't. Was it crueler to strip that belief or to leave her in her ignorance?
He remembered again the man who grabbed his arm in passing. Wrong way, man. Remembered her... it... from moments before, confused and uncertain. With an effort, he began adjusting the chemistry of his body so that the effects of the inebriation began to soften. It helped, only a little, but it helped.
The shop just across the street had a large bay window.
"Come with me," he said, holding out his hand to h... it, and then walking without waiting for it to come. He stood in front of the large window and then pointed. "Can you see my reflection?"