"I know. I'm sorry, okay?" I repeat, trying not to let my own irritation rise up at the man's reaction. He looks like something died just beneath his nose, the way he's scowling. Like I've caused some great offense by nearly walking into him.

"I wasn't going to?" I say, shrugging. I have no idea what he's talking about, "Auditions? Auditions for what?"

I assume he must be some sort of actor. In Candor, that just means he's a damn good liar.