"You didn't think about it?" Her voice rose a little, and there was a lump in her throat. Why did men always have to be such assholes? Why did some men have to seem so nice, but really be the complete opposite? She was going to cry again, for the second time in one night, in front of both of them.

"You've been flirting with me all this time, and then I asked you out and you never thought about it maybe being because I liked you and wanted to see if it could be something more?

"You should've just fucked me, Arthur, I would've understood that. I don't know what makes me different that you couldn't even do that. At least Eames was polite enough not to turn me down." She sniffled and got up, intending to get her shoes so she could go.