"I'm sorry, childhood friend, sex friend . . I'm so sorry, I love him," she says. She's not her girlfriend, she says, and she's so sorry that she doesn't want to have sex with him. She tells him that she loves him so much that she can't bear to let him go. She asks him if he'd like some coffee, and he says he'll take a seat. "You must be cold," he says. "That snow," she replies, "was not the that bad -- trains actually -- were running fine