<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"><i>His eyes narrowed at her some as she said their no easy way to say this... This was like a speech he had given to some of his best friends wives, that was told she added in  not wanting to call it life-changing... once he set down in the char his eyes had for the briefest of moment looked down at the table next to him then back up at her.. he chose this spot for a reason. underneath the table, he had an emergency protocol. A handgun and it hoster tacked up to discretely fit unseen under the table by anyone standing or sitting for that matter. His life in the military had taught him to always be prepared for anything. </i><br/>
</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"><i>Then she asked for information about his life before she even told him anything he had demanded to know. Chad simply set their tell she got to asking about a sweetheart, or in translation a girlfriend. He looked down thanking for a moment on how to reply. Not knowing if she was after him to become such sed girlfriend or wife and have kids with him as that is where his mind wandered off to, after admitting that he saved her life then asking about such things. He also wondered if she would cause harm to any of them if he answered yes to that question. at the end of thanking wile, he still was looking down his eyes shifted over to the table again, a subtle movement that would not be pick up by most people.</i><br/>
<br/>
<i> Then he looked back up at her... He was becoming more suspicious of her. "Yes, I have been dating someone a few weeks now, but what the hell does that have to do with you answering my questions." the last part of his reply was a bit harsher.</i></span></span></span>