For the tenth time this evening, her eyebrows shot up, "A ... date?" did her voice squeak? Her voice probably squeaked. "Uh... right.." she was a little distracted from the whole being beautiful thing. "Thanks.. um.. right.. date? I uh.." she blinked a moment. "Sorry, my brain will catch up in a moment. I'm just not.. used to.. dates."
Right. "I.. well.. I.. want to say yes? I just.. I understand you don't know if she's coming I've just.. had it happen... a bit."