Half-truth

He knew. 

She knew that he knew that she had checked out or more like she was ogling his butt without any shame. 

"What do you mean?" She chose the cowards path. 

"Oh, you know what I mean very well, Mircea." He swirled around with an all knowing smirk on his face which Mircea wanted to slap off his face. 

"Actually," She paused to give a dramatic effect to her sentence. "I don't. And it doesn't help that you discarded what I was saying earlier altogether." She felt the need to add the last statement. 

"This is how you want to play?" He started to close the distance between them. However, Mircea wasn't ready for what he had instored for her this time he completely closed the distance between them, so she backed away. 

"I am not playing anything here. That's you. Always." She pointed it out.