[god. for some reason her wandering eyes bring a deep red flush to Akira's cheeks, juxtaposed starkly to the dark black faux leather of his costume. their short encounter in the phone booth still catches in the corners of his brains from time to time. that probably has something to do with it!]

[nevertheless, his response is quick, delivered with an exasperated laugh]

I didn't pick it out.

[he imagines she knows what he means!!]

Sorry. . . I didn't mean to burst in on you like this. [it's quite similar to the way she burst in on him back in the phone booth] It's funny how we keep meeting this way.