There was something to the old addage of being too close to something to see it properly. That's how he felt about her some days, the one time years of experience at something didn't come in handy. Too many memories too many feelings to cloud his perception. Maybe that's why he interpreted her change in demeanor and the faint blush he had never stopped finding cute as discomfort. "If you're," Nick's eyes went skyward, though there were no stars to be seen in the big apple, "Uncomfortable. If you don't want me to walk you back , I can turn around."
When they had to pause for a few cars at the intersection he dug into his pocket for a quarter, just for something to do with his hands other than hold his milkshake, "Sure, any suggestion?"