It was okay if she didn't believe him. It was probably only half a truth anyway. He might have gone out still, might have hit on a girl or two and asked them to dance. But that wasn't what he was there for, so what did it matter?

"A pretty girl like you? I find that hard to believe." Another half truth. He meant the compliment, but he could tell she didn't get out much, even if she hadn't said so or given him glimpses of her old life. "Hey, how old are you anyway?"