Pete scratched his nose and cringed when the stupid, plastic medical band pinched at his arm hair. With zero tolerance for that he let his pinky flair into a hot knife and he cut the thing away, throwing it to the left regardless if there was a bin there or not.
"Bloody thing..." and no, he didn't notice when she seemed to wonder why he didn't just ask her out. He noticed she was a bit upset but he supposed she would be considering their conversation.
"Kitten, you don't have to stay," he said as he adjusted his seat.