*glances in your direction, his attention snagged by the flurry of sudden activity surrounding your table* *locks his eyes on your face and feels his heart sinking (of all the restaurants), right down through the bottom of his stomach and landing somewhere in the vicinity of his shoes*
*hastily returns his attention to his date, who doesn't seem to have noticed any unease on his part* *and then his mouth goes dry as he processes the next, rather flirty question (Coffee? Or...?)*
*turns ever so slightly pink and tries not to fidget* Oh. Ah. Coffee sounds nice? I've been meaning to try that new place near the train station? Anywhere, anywhere but here.