Wrong on so many levels

"I shouldn't be here," The blond man glared at the young girl seated across from him.
"I just wanted to thank you," She batted her mascara coated eyelashes, the pink glitter sparkling gaudily.
"That's nice, but you didn't to make me come here," He waved his hand around at the cheesy Italian restaurant.
"But--"
"No, buts, I have a daughter your age. So this is making me mildly sick. Although that could just be the fumes wafting from the pounds of paint plastered on your face," Katie looked taken aback," I'm leaving. I'd rather cut open dead, oozing bodies than talk to you," With a shrug he stood, leaving the shocked girl sitting alone at the table, her elbows resting on the cheap red and white checked cloth.