Zio readily interpreted and accepted the cue; who was he to argue with the interest of a gorgeous, young lady? He leaned in very slightly to close the gap to something slightly more intimate but still keeping within the bounds of good taste and short acquaintance. His grin, however, bordered on infectiously delighted. She was quite charming, he decided, and amusingly aware of herself. “I would be honored,” he replied. “In fact, I’d consider it a sop to my ego now that you know my dirty secret about reality shows. You know. Let me show you that I have more taste and sense than you’d think if you caught me watching Jersey Shore.”
He paused for effect and leaned in a tiny bit more, voice dropping to a stage whisper. “I promise that I just watch it as a social experiment.”