"What time do you go home?" he asked after the short silence.
"I think later this three. Why? You'll ask me out?"
His face darkened. I smiled.
"You're not my type," he said bluntly.
Instead of hurting the ego I just laughed. He's harsh. What I hear about him is true.
"I'm beautiful, ah?"
The corner of his lip lifted slightly, as if comforted.
"The face isn't really important, Audrey. That's not the basis."
"Oh, don't act too noble! We know you guys, you really want to be beautiful. No need to be pretentious."
He eyed me sharply. More seriously now.
"The face and body you're talking about is not a big factor. Substance is more important."
I sighed and stopped. If that's he's standards, is it okay for him to look like a monkey as long as he's very smart and meets his standards?
"I don't want to be too suplada," he added.
