He raised his eyebrows as Alicia explained the concepts behind relations with various people, a little surprised by her outlook. Couldn't it be as simple as two good-looking people enjoying themselves, no insecurities, no judgement on performance or desperation? "You really think about all that stuff?" he asked, looking at her with slightly wide eyes. Did people think he was too pretty and that he didn't try enough? It was enough to make him wonder as he walked over to join her before apparating.
They arrived at the pub, her workplace, and he followed her inside. This was where she worked. Huh, he thought, glancing around the interior silently. It was definitely a pub, and quiet, but this was where she had to work when she wasn't making brooms? It didn't seem right. He tried not to stare at an old bloke propping up the end of the bar, or perhaps it was the other way around, looking back at Alicia. "Yeah, not bad," he answered, quite unconvincingly. He wasn't meaning to be rude, but he'd pictured something a little different to this.