“One day,” she said, coming closer to him, “you’ll have to explain why that’s such a big deal to you. But I won’t. You know I won’t.” She put a hand on his chest, looking up with earnest eyes.
“No I won’t,” he said in a deadpan tone while he looked at her, “I’ve heard it before Summer.”
“You don’t trust me, but you’re the one who came here asking if I had time for you.” She tilted her head. “Changed your mind, then, Petya?”