The Same Ol' Never-Ending Story

"It's a little bit funny", he said with that smile she was beginning to detest.
"What is? Please tell me what's so funny about lies from an absolute stranger who's a breath away from crossing the line into being a creepy jerk."
"Well, nothing about that, I suppose. But maybe the core; the fundamentals of our situation here. That might be a little bit funny, don't you think?"
"Fine. I'll stupidly bite. What are the "fundamentals" of our situation?"
"Well, just that you were sitting here by yourself, and something about you caught me for more than a mere glance. You can call it your looks, and by no means am I trying to say you're not an attractive girl. You are very pretty. But it takes more than that. Your "aura". Your being. There are a lot of beautiful people in the world, but not everyone has that way about them that you can't describe beyond saying 'I was attracted to you'."
She sat, digesting his words. She tried to tell herself that he was just throwing more game, spouting more "sweet nothings", and so she tried to find any clue, any hint that would prove her fears and cynicism correct. "The eyes. Look at his eyes. You can always tell a person is lying from their eyes. They ARE the window to the soul for a reason." But he wouldn't look at her. He spent all this time up to now, meeting her dead straight in her own eyes, but now he wouldn't take one look at any part of her, let alone meet her eyes.
"Obviously, it was enough for me to try to lie to a complete stranger. Why would I lie? You know nothing about me. You don't know my faults and vices and errors. As long as I didn't tell you any of them, there'd be nothing for you to dislike me for. So why lie? What have I to lose?"