Cohen nodded, though he wasn’t sure if that was meant to make him feel better or just a statement of fact. It seemed like it leaned more towards the latter, so he didn’t embarrass himself further by trying to figure out a way to respond. Sometimes no response was exactly the right response, or at least that’s what his mother had always said. It wasn’t what he wanted to focus on anyway. This was about Peisinoe, and hopefully convincing Parthenope that he wasn’t too weird to maybe be able to go find her and talk to her.
“I’m not sure if I’d call it romantic,” he mused, though his cheeks flushed ever so slightly as he realized it could be taken that way. Cohen hadn’t exactly been knocking on doors in Summerview, but he had kept an eye and an ear out. He also hadn’t stopped thinking about it, which admittedly was a little sad but. Oh well. “I just…really enjoyed talking to her and drinking with her? And I’ve been hoping to see her again?” Yep, Mr Game over here. “I just don’t have her number or what clinic she works at or where she stays or anything.” Obviously, since he hadn’t even had a name until a few minutes ago.