In the face of Lauren's anger, Tristan backs away. "Okay, okay." He lifted his hands in a placating gesture. He had never been the confrontational type, and he couldn't handle dealing with the situation now. "Look, how about I call you? I'm not busy at all, we can go out for lunch later this week, Amy's not even in town with me, I gotta go, I need to start cooking soon..."<br/><br/>He continued to talk as he turned to get his cart. "I'll call you!" he repeated as he pushed away, forgoing all the other items he needed in his haste to get away.<br/><br/>Later, when he had time to think about the incident, he realized that Lauren had placed all of the blame squarely on his shoulders, and it kinda pissed him off. Didn't it take two to talk? How come she didn't call him in the past six months?