When the horn honked Jewel jumped back with alarm, his [i]id[/i] flashing in his eyes, a deer spooked by the halation of headlights. He smiled, but Ona knew it was disingenuous; the smile itself was vibrant enough, but at his eyes and cheeks, where he should have wrinkled, instead his features were limp, drooping, lifeless. He smiled socially, not spontaneously; to be polite, not because he was in a good mood, she saw. 

"[color=#8d97bf]Hey![/color]" he said. "[color=#8d97bf]You didn't forget![/color]" He regretted the words from the moment they left his mouth; like bullets he could not call them back to their casings, their powder all spent. He realized how Ona, ever bursting with eager obsequiousness, might interpret them: that she was unreliable, that he did not trust her to follow through on her promise. Sharpening his wits up in that moment, he watched her face carefully, searching for those subtle changes in her features which would betray her feelings. Not even patchers could hide them perfectly.