The point of a question

She would have never imagined such a turn. Well, she was an idiot for never allowing such an option in her mind, but it was so unlikely.

What kind of tastes did he have? Really! Of all the girls in the world, he had to choose one with so much trouble attached? But she still felt grateful for his help, even if it turned out to be part of a hidden agenda.

«I'll go to bed, now,» she said. «I'm a little confused.»

She wasn't looking at him, but that didn't mean much. Given the circumstances, maybe it was better like that. She would have decided without being influenced by him.

However, no matter how much Neven tried cheering himself up, it hurt a little. She didn't look at him.

«Alone,» she added, just to avoid misunderstandings. «Can we talk again tomorrow?»

«Sure,» he said, trying to hide any emotion. On one side, he felt terribly alone. Abandoned.