He obviously needed more clarification and she was willing to give him some.
“You walk around this place like you own it,” she started, gleefully, “I mean, seriously. Do you think you’re that important, in the grand scale of things? Well, you’re not and the fact that you’re acting like you are, doesn’t change that fact. Also, you should talk to your on and off girlfriend and finally decide what you want, and just keep me out of it. Because, every time we talk, she gives me shit and I’m sure she’ll find out about this, and more shit will be coming my way.”
She was breathing heavily, because she blurted all this out in less than ten seconds, making sure not to forget anything.
“Is that all?” he asked, with a smile on his face.
At first, she thought he was making fun of her. He looked like he couldn’t care less about what she had just said and this pissed her off. But then, she realized that the smile on his face was genuine. He was simply smiling. It wasn’t a smirk.
“You’re a jackass, pure and simple,” she rounded it up.
“I admit,” he scratched his head as he spoke, “you’re right. I can be a jackass.”
“Well,” she was taken aback by this sudden and easy confirmation, “I’m glad we agree then.”
“But, I can also be just a regular guy,” he added.
“You?” she burst out into loud laughter. “I doubt that.”
“Let me show you,” he suggested, as if he just thought of this idea and it was paramount that she agreed to it.
“How?” she wondered, eyeing him suspiciously, as if this was a trap. She thought everything was a trap nowadays.
“Let me buy you one of those horrible cafeteria coffees and take a walk with me.”
“A walk?” she repeated.
“Yeah, we can even go to the Bunker, I can get you in.”
“I appreciate the offer but I’m already in,” she told him.
He frowned, as if he disapproved of the idea.
“Who got you in?” he wondered.
“Um, am I allowed to say?”
“Why wouldn’t you be?”
She figured it probably wasn’t a secret, since everyone there saw her with Hendrik, but Raphael was asking it so sternly, that she actually thought she might get punished for saying who it was.
“It was Hendrik,” she finally said it, without any hesitation.
“Hendrik?” he repeated his name and Mina just nodded.
“That wasn’t…” he started, then bit his lip.
She wondered why he’d do that. What was it he wanted to say?
“Wasn’t what?” she asked, curiously.
“Never mind,” he waved his hand dismissively. “What matters is that you’re in.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” he nodded. “So, that’s a yes on the coffee?”
“No,” she quickly shook her head. “I never said that.”