"You said you liked him, and he happened to like you too, but you rejected him and ended up staying up all night?"
In the café, Zara Jameson stopped stirring her delicate spoon, unable to believe what she had heard, staring in shock at Jane McCain across from her.
"I don't understand," Zara asked her again, "why did you reject him? Because of heterophobia?"
"No..." Jane sighed, "I'm not afraid of him."
"Then why did you reject him?"
"I don't know..." Jane fretted, "I just felt that agreeing to it so quickly was strange. I'm not even sure if he's serious."
"Do you think Allen Rivera is the type to joke about something like this?" Zara asked.
Jane pressed her lips together and answered in a low voice, "No."
Zara sighed, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at her, "What are you thinking? Are you afraid that if he's too easy to get, he won't cherish you, or is there still some psychological obstacle?"
Jane hesitated, glancing at Zara, "Do you think I'm suitable for him?"
