Lie
You suddenly realize that Malorie has never actually given you her address, and you have no reasonable explanation to why you’re there. Telling her “I’m here to fuck you” seems too direct. The few seconds you stand in stunned silence feels like an eternity, and you spew the quickest lie that comes to mind.
“Uh, my car broke down nearby. I was in the neighborhood and recognized your car, so I thought I’d see if I could use your phone.”
Smooth.
Staring at the cellphone-sized bulge in your pants pocket, Malorie’s smile quickly fades.
“You know what, I’m really sick of guys and their bullshit. What are you really doing here?”