Tales of Fake

'Why won't you ask me what you're dying to know?'
'What?'
'You know what.'
'I fear too much the answer.'
'What if my answer isn't the one you're hoping to hear?'
'Then I'll be back tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, hoping that the answer will change.'
'Is that so?'
'Yeah.'
She walks away and looks back at him from the door, with the keys on her hands and a slight shimmer in her eyes.
'I don't do this for any girl, you know?'
'Do what?'
'Allow myself to fall.'
She smiles and he notices a little wrinkle on the top of her mouth and smiles back at her. 'I'll consider myself special, then. Good night.'
'Sleep tight.'