It's not what you say

The man in the brown suit looked flustered, trying to express himself, but failing. The woman had a forced casualness, but her eyes were razors.

"Oh really," the woman said piercingly, challenging everything the man had said, challenging the very core of the man, as she smoothed the wrinkles on the front of her sun dress. Her gaze withered and defeated him.

"Well," the man said looking down at himself. He didn't want to see her, when he mumbled, "it is what it is." The money had been spent.

Again

"Oh, really?" the women said confused letting her voice float in the air between them. She was surprised that he would make such a large purchase and she wanted to understand, to draw him out. Her head tilted to one side waiting for explanation.

"Well," the man said annoyed, not giving into her prodding, her false compassion. He took the breath that told her he was not going to be explaining anymore about the entertainment value of a game console. With defiance, rebuking her, "It is what it is."

Again

"Oh. Really?" belittling the man that would make such a foolish purchase. A tone which didn't even invite explanation. Disgusted.

"Well," the man said seeing her disgust and responded with apathy, "It is what it is"

Again

"Oh really?" dawning enthusiasm

"Well, it is what it is!" stained excitement

Again

"Oh Really!" excitement

"Well, it is what it is!" playfully enticing

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Seducing question

Receptive response

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Loving interest

Loving explanation