Evelyn feels her eyebrows reaching her hairline with every word that climbs out of his mouth, and it is truly astonishing that he doesn't appear to want any of them to climb back in. This is par for the course with Dean, the kind of trite, expected frivolity that designates him as 'a ladies' man,' the definition of which seems to have changed over the last fifty years if this sort of behaviour is considered attractive.
Evelyn laughs right back, something resembling incredulity colouring her tone. Unbelievable. This next movement in the symphony of comedic errors is titled: So Important That Evelyn Actually Turns to Set Her Stack of Books Down on The Nearest Side Table.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You think that we had sex. Blessedly we didn't, but I'm fairly certain you were in love with me."
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Evelyn laughs right back, something resembling incredulity colouring her tone. Unbelievable. This next movement in the symphony of comedic errors is titled: So Important That Evelyn Actually Turns to Set Her Stack of Books Down on The Nearest Side Table.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You think that we had sex. Blessedly we didn't, but I'm fairly certain you were in love with me."