Cold

"Why are you smiling?" he asks.

"It must be a pretty good act," I say. "This... fantasy I have of myself."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you bought into it," I say.

"I never thought you'd actually fall for her."

"Why did you think that?"

"Because Blair told me how cold you could be."

(Bret Easton Ellis - "Imperial Bedrooms")