After ending her sentence she didn't dare to take her eyes of him, needed to take in all his moves, his betraying behaviour - in case there was one. There was. He froze for only a second with kneading his fingers, before he shoved both his hands into his pockets. Jenna didn’t need more, she saw right through him and knew she wasn't mistaken in her believes.
"Okay," every word was now possibly one word too much. One offering too much. A disclosure - impossible to revoke.
"Is this all you're gonna say? ... Okay?" she sensed that the tables turned - very slowly.
"You came here to tell me I should stop looking in a certain way at you, and I guess the only thing I can say is yes or okay. I went for okay, " he smirked but knew it was a mistake to try it with.
"Such simple?"
Peter kept quiet, pressing his lips together, feeling a hard pressure there where his stomach was. A pain that built up there. A twitch with her eyebrow challenged him to speak, "What do you expect me to say?"
"Tell me I am wrong," she stared down to the floor. "Tell me this looks of yours don't mean anything."
His hands had became fists in the inside of his pockets, "Do you want me to lie?"
It was all she needed to light the little spark inside of her into an uncontrollable blaze. "Could you? Lie?"
His hands found the way back into sight, "I wouldn't want to. I don't want to lie to you.