Ryan's smile was the kind of smile that made good men confess crimes they had not committed.
Adrian recognized it immediately and disliked it just as quickly. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done. Chandrika stood beside him with her face slightly red, one hand still near the loose strand of hair he had brushed aside, while Ryan looked between them as if he had just walked into the most important discovery of the apocalypse.
"I interrupted something," Ryan said again, sounding pleased with himself.
"You interrupted a conversation," Adrian replied.
"That is technically something."
"A normal conversation."
Ryan tilted his head and looked toward Chandrika. "Was it normal?"
Chandrika opened her mouth, closed it, then adjusted her glasses as if the answer had somehow hidden behind the frame. "It was… a conversation."
Ryan nodded slowly. "Very convincing."
