She nearly drops her cigarette in surprise, and when both of his arms go around her, her eyebrows knit together fiercely.

She wants to ask him why he thinks he knows her that well and why he seems to see right through her.

And why she can never quite figure him out.

When her surprise wears off, she reaches back and flings her cigarette out through the window, then cautiously wraps one arm after the other around his neck.

After a moment or two she steps back, as uncertain about what to do with him as ever. Not that she intends to let him know that.

"I should go."

It almost doesn't sound like herself talking.

"But I could come back tomorrow." She smiles slightly. "If that's the kind of thing you might be interested in."