That was a good question he asked her. She gave a long pause to consider it before replying, "I want to know what love is," (Cue the damn song) she said. Here eyes half closed and she envisioned some faceless man at her side. "But I probably wouldn't recognize it if it bit me." She looked down then at her hands, folding them in her lap. "It's probably the silliest thing, but it's tiresome being unwanted." She gave a slight smile.

Her head lifted then and she steadied her stormy gaze on him. Oddly enough, she was dry eyed.