“I was hoping you’d say that.” With her approval, he could relax and more than just a bit of tension slipped from Stefan’s shoulders. If anything he was on the verge of slumping back in the seat. No need to tell the driver to change course. No frantic search for something better or equally as nice. “You probably know more restaurants than me,” he assured her. “I was more afraid I picked one you hated.” There was a little bit of a chuckle before it sputtered to a stop, a heavy silence between them in the car.
“How long have you lived over there?” He gestured feebly at the building quickly disappearing behind them. Fuck, he hadn’t been this nervous in a while. Had he always had this bad of a game? It was so easy to feel comfortable in her presence. They had spent a good amount of time together a while back. And she had seen sides of him that he never showed before a first date (and one side he didn't even know he had). But now on strangely normal ground, he realized that he knew nothing about her at all.