It was as if she had sent a curse out at him when she spoke his name. It hadn't been loud enough for many others, if any, to hear. But in his ears, it rang crystal clear and his eyes grew in response, answering the silent question. Deep down, he wanted to believe he could trust the girl. But he was finding he trusted close to no one anymore. Many of his friends seemed to be adverse to the world around them, not caring whether or not about what was going on. And he had been certain that someone was after him following the latest events in his life.
Harry had confirmed this thought to him through the journals. He had thought he had been being safe.
He was being foolish. He was being foolish for a girl. For a sense of familiarity that he alone had been relishing in. A reminder of the past. When all it proved was how much of a fool he was.
His cover was blown. She'd already be able to see the marks of panic rushing to the surface.
"I...I..." he stammered and almost in a shot, he moved to leap out of the booth. "...I have to go," he managed to say. Not that she wouldn't have been able to figure that out but he still stammered it out.