[ The door is yanked open roughly and it creaks a little on its hinges before Harvey steadies it, holding it again as they walk inside so it doesn't slam closed. His eyebrows are low and sulky over his eyes, nose wrinkled, but he puts off answering her in order to survey the restaurant for a free table.

A hostess comes by and he holds up two fingers. ]

It's true. Anyway, I don't see why I should have to explain myself. Matt and I don't have anything to do with you and me. [ Not really true. ] You really expect to understand it?