“You’re beautiful” His eyebrows form a wistful arch 
”Thank you. But what else?” I feel my look begin to sadden
“What else?” He widens his eyes as he withdraws 
”what else”
 the question repeats as it seems to echo in the walls of my head
It’s like I can almost feel the bitterness in his remark
He repeats me 
as if that’s the most scurrilous thing a female dared to say to him
I hold my nod crushing the pulling to prompt his answer I stay there 
His eyes appear to have nothing behind them any longer
“Hm.” I briefly study the ground
“Why do I waste my time” 
I let that thought drift in my head.