"He is-...? How would you know--" She looked at me as if she realized something before turning into a sigh, "...Oh well, I guess I should have known that was the only reason he could resist me."
It didn't really sound like she believed it herself. It was just her way of coping with rejection--hopefully she had still learned a lesson here today. She got up and walked away from her seat, but not before stopping by me and blowing me a kiss on the cheek and whispering into my ear, "Why are all the nice guys always gay?" I wasn't quite sure if she was referring to me or Mark.
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