"I already told you," he said with a soft voice. "You're interesting. Everyone's pretending to be someone. But you're the only one pretending to be no one. You're pretending, but it's not the same, and that's far more compelling."
My eyebrows furrowed, and I pushed backwards, frowning at him.
"Is this a game to you?" I asked, and he chuckled.
"No," he said. "But I wouldn't mind if it was. I like games."
Hearing him made my blood rise. He was such a child to think he could play with others like a game. They all were.
If I stayed there for a little longer, I felt I was going to be sick.
I stood up, both my hands pressed on the table, and he looked up at me.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"It's already getting late. I think we should end the session here," I said, picked up my bag, and started heading out.
Luckily, he didn't stop me. I didn't want to have to handle someone like him, 'cause I felt, in all earnest, that I would lose to him when it came to playing mind games.
