“I really have to go,” I say. He’s now walking behind me as I head for the exit.

“But isn’t that weird? You know, her eyes looking like yours,” he says. I feel like he’s being sarcastic and he’s figured me out.

“Well, need glasses or something? Mine are blue,” I lie.

“And that sarcastic sting.” FUCK. I’m speed walking now and not looking behind. He isn’t letting me get away with this, “Why are you running away?”

“I told you I have to go,” I say.

“Well, we were having a good time, why so soon? Is it the prostitute thing? What’s the big deal, Stacie?” He tries to convince me, but if he only knew. Or is almost figuring out.

“Its just that I lost track of time and—”

“I didn’t see you look at a watch. Stacie is there something you want to tell me? Do I smell?”

“No, it’s not that. Look I—”

“Really have to go, I know. But let me ask you one thing,” he says.

“Sure, but make it quick…”

“No bullshit, either.”

“Okay.”

“Are you that prostitute?”

He’s got me. I breathe slowly.

“Yes, I am.”