Chris was fortunate in his job that he did not have to actually interact with people much. He spent his time either in the basement file room, where the only person he usually had to worry about was Vernon coming around to annoy him, or stocking closets with supplies. It was a perfect vocation for someone as reclusive as he could be, and while he couldn't actually say he enjoyed it, he found it acceptable. And considering the way he'd kept to himself when he could for most of his life, it was true that he didn't have experience with strong personalities. At all.
"I don't?" Chris said before he could think better of it. He cut his eyes away from her then, thinking of how heartily she'd probably laugh at him if she knew he was a virgin. Okay, yes, it was peculiar at his advanced age of twenty-five, considering he hadn't abstained for religious reasons or anything like that. The thought of being close enough to anyone to do that just made him skittish. That was all.
The word kiss had his cheeks flushing again, but luckily she'd turned to go into the diner. Chris followed her, a rueful smile on his face. What was wrong with him, and would he ever get over it? Did he want to? He slid into the opposite side of the booth she'd selected, instinctively grasping the cuffs of his sweater loosely in his hands to prevent his bare hands from touching the surface of the table. Anyone could have been sitting there, and there was no telling what kind of impressions he could pick up.