He looked at me for a moment in silence. I realized my lips were parted and I licked them nervously and took a sip of water.
“What is it that you want, exactly?” he said then, his voice low and quiet.
I looked down at the table, then back at him.
“I don’t want anything,” I said to his profile, my voice soft.
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes again.
“Everybody wants something,” he said.
I shook my head slowly and repeated, “I don’t want anything. I have everything I need. I have everything I desire.”
He smiled, which threw me.
“You’re lying,” he said.
“Your avoiding the question,” I said, as I stood to go.
“You’re lying,” he repeated.
I leaned toward him as if to whisper in his ear and instead let him hear me smell his cologne.
“How do you know if I am lying or not,” I said, my lips close to his cheek. “You don’t even know my name.”
I turned and left the building.