Privilege

Carson's eyes widen. He stares at Misty with disbelief until his surprise evolves into irritation, his brow furrowing. "Lied to you?" The nice little romantic moment had vanished in an instant.

"I can't believe you just asked me that. Seriously..." Something close to anger flickers in his gaze. His hands move to his hips, displaying a defiant stance. "I have no idea what happened. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I thought my phone was dead and it wasn't..." He shakes his head, his eyes still narrow, his frown remaining. "Why on earth would I out and out lie to you about that anyway? And in front of company, no less?" He scoffs and shakes his head. "Get a grip... It'd be nice if you gave me the benefit of the doubt. Apparently I lost that privilege somewhere along the way."

Sidling past her, he goes back to the table to clean up the cards, clearly thinking their conversation was over.