"Right," she said, a little uncertainly. She opened the door for him, gesturing with her head. "Go on in."
She shook her head and when she spoke, her voice was low and soft as she tried to avoid his gaze. "Let's not talk about it, okay? Please."
She only shook her head and looked down at the ground as they entered the restaurant, looking as if she were trying not to cry.
She shook her head slowly. "I guess it was warranted," she said tremulously, "for you to call me a jerk. I mean, I am messing with you right now."