"Oh my god. Does your family have a genetic predisposition to setting up blind dates?" She pressed her hand to her temple as if she could push down the budding tension headache. "I don't need any more dinners with strangers, thanks. I'll just buy a new pack of batteries and consider my love life all set for the time being."

The waiter returned with her card and the boxed leftovers. Harleen stood to put on her jacket and collect her things. Before she walked away, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, just barely touching the corner of his mouth.

"Take that, asshole," she whispered in his ear with a smirk. She flipped him the bird as she turned away to ...

Well.

To wait outside on the sidewalk until she could get a cab.

Public transit really took the drama out of dramatic exits.