he wiped his bleeding knuckles on his pants and returned the equipment . he took the basket from her and offered his arm . his eyes did the swirly thing again , like a hidden signal of desire only she could see . whether she had a front window and could see me right now . the past did n't matter to her . this `` what '' does n't have nearly the anger of the one before . yeah , he grabbed his jacket and they headed towards the restaurant . an ugly surprise for you , i suppose . '' 