Her body had opinions about very few people

She had been around successful, confident, and good-looking men before. She had sat across tables from them and felt nothing; not emptiness, just a clean and uncomplicated neutrality. Her body had opinions about very few people, and her heart had opinions about even fewer. She had made peace with that. Somewhere in her late twenties, she had decided that she was simply someone who needed more than the usual signs: more than a nice face, charm, or the standard choreography of attraction.