So the thing was, neither of them had ever called it a date. They hadn't exactly called it anything, it had just kind of— She'd dropped a hint, and then he'd answered it with another hint, and pretty soon they had a plan to meet that was built entirely on allusion, and it wasn't like you could just ask if you were on a date after it had already started (or hadn't, as the case may be).
Rosario was already compiling the evidence in her mind, filtering it into two columns: date and not a date. So far they were pretty much in balance. Showed up with pastries could be countered with Maybe being friendly; Kind of flirting with Possible I fail at flirting. Can I buy you a coffee, though? That was sounding pretty date-y.
Findings so far were inconclusive. Yet in spite of this, Rosario found she was smiling at Cathal. "Sure. We could sit if you want? There's benches over that way." She pointed toward the park entrance, a few yards past the food carts, marked by a break in the low stone wall.
If it was a date, she thought— and it might not be! The jury was out! But if it was, she wouldn't be mad about it.