"Did I say I wasn't?" He asked, blinking his eyes a few times in confusion. But he supposed it kind of looked like he wasn't, the way he was all sitting off by himself. Taking in the scenery like a depressed mime or something.
His shoulder shrugged, "That's fair. I guess I kind of look like I'm not. The wine's good, though. I'm probably gonna buy a case of this stuff."
The glass he'd been nursing was really good. The kind of thing he thought would pair well with some good Italian food. "You can't really ask for a better view, either. Wine country's an old standby for romantic scenery."