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Is that it?" he asked.
"is what it?" I replied.
"You and me, done and dusted?"
"Was there ever a you and me?" I asked
"I thought there was a little frisson earlier. Something we could work on."
"Frisson? You mean, you taking the piss out of me and me saying you were rubbish? That was a frisson? I feel really sorry for the women you go out with."
"So this," he moved his forefinger in the space between us, "isn't going anywhere?"
"Where did you think it would go?"
"To dinner or a drink?"
"Jack, I'm sorry to say I don't particularly like you. Your clearly over-inflated sense of entitlement keeps bringing out the not very nice side of me. See? I would never normally say that to someone - and believe me, I meet a lot of odious people on a daily basis so I do know how to keep it in - but with you, I can't help it. So, no, I don't see this going anywhere.'
He studied me silently, his eyebrows knitted slightly together as his moss-green eyes held mine. "At least tell me your full name."
"Why?"
"So I can forever remember the one person who didn't fall for my charm, or lack thereof.
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