Her exaggerated eye-rolling and audible sigh left no doubt that she was done. His pained expression wasn’t enough to guilt her into regret.
“I just told you I loved you,” he said.
“No, you didn’t. You simply regurgitated one of your lame, hackneyed pickup lines. Even after a year, I still don’t know how you really feel about me.” She kept her head turned, unwilling to meet his glare. “You’ve let me down with your insincerity.”
“You want to know how I feel?” His smile was mirthless. “If you think my love is cliché, that’s all it’ll ever be.”