Mel keeps her smirk up just long enough to let him know what she feels about him squirming, but after that, it fades again, and there's more of her general sullenness.
She hugs her knees, looking back at the car.
"He's not going to come," she says. "I can't keep telling myself he will."
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She hugs her knees, looking back at the car.
"He's not going to come," she says. "I can't keep telling myself he will."