"No, no you're not," he said quickly and sighed rubbing his face. "I'm sorry, you had such a good evening arranged for us but... well, the food was delicious and the cake and the present were lovely. Thank you, Olivia," he said earnestly and finally looked at her.
Then he stood up, straightening his black shirt and ran his hand through his hair looking uncomfortable. "But I... think it's better if I go. I'm sorry."