This whole thing is so damn weird. Here they are, walkin' down the hall talkin' about what place has the best fries, and not even 24 hours ago they were rollin' in the hay together. And now neither one's mentioning that, or if he does, she don't acknowledge it. That's the kind of thing could drive a man crazy. On the one hand, he don't want her thinkin' it didn't matter to him, 'cause it did and it does. On the other, who wants to seem desperate? Not him. He's a con man. Con as in confidence. If he don't have it -- and show it -- no one will.

And that's how come he stops walking, turns her to face him, puts his hands on her shoulders, and plants a kiss on her lips. Seems like it was gonna happen sooner or later. Why not break the ice right now?