Nice. This was -- this was going, for sure. Gabe had been half convinced that Cath had been wholly unaware of his flirtatious efforts and had been prepared to up them a notch during dinner. But it seemed fairly unnecessary so far. Not that he still wouldn't, but now it would be playful and that was even better.
"A milkshake," he asked, looking thoughtful and tapping at his chin with a finger on his free hand before signaling that there were two of them to be sat at a table. "I dunno, that's kinda pushing it."