Was this what it was like? To feel a little flap of butterflies? Nathaniel hadn't really ever felt it before beyond the sensation a girl gave him when she blew into his ear, but it was still different. That John was a man wasn't even something that was weighing on him. For Nathaniel, sexuality and attraction existed in many forms that were far more colourful than black or white.
So then their afternoon would continue past lunch. That felt right. Nathaniel hadn't met with many people beyond lunch or the awkward scientific conversation. This, this was just for the pure pleasure of John's company and Nathaniel was suddenly glad he hadn't ordered very much.
"To plans," he suggested, raising his already half gone glass of water.