Iestyn couldn't help a short laugh. It was like a movie or something, a whatsit. A meet cute! But Henry was looking at him, kind of intently, and he pressed his lips together for a moment, glancing at Henry's mouth, and remembering it had been pretty good when they kissed at the club for a bit, and also that Henry had said he was interested...
He gulped, and thought, fuck it, and leaned forward a bit across the table so that Henry could meet him half way.