Maybe he should have just stayed on the car and rode around until he reached the end of the line or something. Gotten off on the next stop and let her figure out her way back herself.
But no, that would have been mean and he wasn't feeling spiteful, just uncomfortable. So he hopped off the car right behind her as promised so they could take the next train back to the salon.
"Oh. Well." He didn't expect that she knew how to sew. Presley and Elliot, yes. But they seemed the type. It didn't seem like a necessary skill for a girl with designer jeans, but here they were. "No it's probably similar." He knew it wasn't. He took art classes. But having artistic skill in one arena usually lead to artistic skill in another, so while they were dissimilar activities, she might excel in both of them.
"It is, actually." He replied simply. He didn't want to seem defensive about it, or nervous. No need to egg her on if things were awkward now.