"Thanks. I guess..." Wyatt wasn't sure about letting a girl pay for him. It wasn't the way he was raised. His father had taught him to be the gentleman, and this wasn't it, but he followed her out the door anyway.
They hadn't walked far when she tripped over the pavement. His arms went out to catch her, and if he hadn't been able to physically do it, he would have done it telekinetically, so she wouldn't get hurt. He smiled at her. "It's no problem. I wouldn't have let you..." Then he just stopped, looking into her eyes. There was something there, and he was a little bit tipsy himself.