"I could scoot over. Plenty of room...it's a big desk." He scoots over a bit, putting more of his weight on the desk, his arm stretching across the desk to maintain contact. "So...where do we go from here? I feel like I should be asking someone out on a date. Again, I don't have the best track record on those. But...uh...maybe...I make decent pasta, we could all have dinner, and talk more?"