"Oh, God," Spencer groaned, at Nate's determinedly casual exit. He slid down in his seat further, and then gave up on salvaging any dignity whatsoever, pulling his legs up onto the booth and sliding backwards so he could bump his head mopily against Mikey's thigh. "Worst ever," he said, not entirely sure whether he was referring to their being spotted or their reaction at being spotted.
"Anyway," he said, corner of his mouth twitching, "I kinda think a graceful exit is off the cards now, you know."