She tucks up her knees to her chest and watches him. “Are you sorry you slept with him, or sorry you thought it might be more than just that?”
“… The latter. I just thought that… That he cared. I mean, he told me he liked me and he just… Always comes by my flat rather than his own. Spends the night here sometimes… Maybe I just – just assumed too quickly.” Damn him.
“How long’s it been? All those seem like good signs to me. Are you looking for undying love right away, honey? I’m sorry to tell you, it doesn’t work like that.”