Carol had always called me nonchalant, a word I never understood the meaning of, a word I looked up in a number of French dictionaries and could never find. I always suspected Jamie and Carol had done something but since I never really liked Carol that much (only in bed and even then I was unsure) I sit at the table, uncaring, not moved by what everyone but me knew. (The Informers by Bret Easton Ellis)
I close my eyes for a second and pretend it’s me you want
Meanwhile I try to act so nonchalant
(When You Walk in the Room by Jackie DeShannon)