He gives her one of his best smiles, motioning for her to sit again, and he follows suit, making sure he can see and read her lips from where he sits. Lips, which are very full and red and looking pretty kissable, if you were to ask him. Not that he's going to do anything about that -

- yet, anyway.

"Blondie," he responds immediately, leaning over the table. "I'd offer you one, but I'm not a big fan of the noise in this place."

And she knows why; their first conversation revolved around his reasons. At least he doesn't have to explain the earbuds and the music and the tinnitus again, which is a nice change of pace.

"And, actually... It might sound extremely forward and way too early into this, but what if we got out of here?"