"Right," Dawn said again. The harder she thought about what to say, the less she came up with. It was like someone had taken a damp rag and wiped her mind clean of words.
Well, it couldn't be that bad. He'd just get disappointed in her extremely limited conversation skills, wish her a good night, get up and leave and she could go back to her lame, dull, guy-less existence. What's one more humiliating notch on her 'I scare guys away by my complete lack of experience' belt?
"Cool," she added lamely. "That seems like it'd be... hard. But rewarding, and, um, pretty neat to see things that you actually created right there in front of you in real life. Actually I don't know anything about architecture but it seems, um, cool. I can't even put together a house of cards."
Dear lord, just stop talking already. She bit her lip and wished he'd go away so she could wallow in her humiliation in self-imposed solitude.