“What is it?” Henri asks, briefly taking his eyes off the road to look at her.

“Nothing…” she replies quickly, realizing she must be wearing an embarrassingly foolish expression.

“You can tell me the truth,” he insists, his voice softer now.

She sighs, swallows hard, and decides to be honest.

“I just… didn't think you'd be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Someone who dates several girls at the same time.”

“Why? Because I'm quieter? More reserved?”

“Maybe,” she murmurs thoughtfully.

Henri keeps his eye