Slightly narrowing her eyes, Nora Scott retorted, "Or should we first address your recent unusual behavior?"
Michael Quinn was taken aback, ran a hand over his nose, and then replied nonchalantly, "How am I being unusual?"
"Who's the one who said they'd never close their store in a decade when they opened it?"
"Things you say when you're young don't count,"
Michael Quinn said confidently, raising an eyebrow.
"What about Laura Collins? Is being a jerk fun?"
"..." Michael Quinn's eyelids lowered slightly, then he lifted them, smiling lightly, "I didn't mean to, but I'm just afraid I'm unreliable. It's not good to waste someone's time."
Nora Scott sneered, "You have plenty of reasons, not one of them reliable."
Since he had her "help break up," Michael Quinn's reasons came one after another, each seemingly credible, all convincing reasons. But when you really think about it, none of them hold up to scrutiny.
