She shook her head, staring down at her feet, her shirt still clutched against her chest. "It's fine. You don't have to explain."

He probably thought she was easy. He probably thought she did this sort of thing with any guy who smiled at her. He probably liked her as a friend and didn't want to hurt her feelings.

She got up. "You don't have to stay anymore. If you don't want to. It's not important."