I don’t think that highly of myself to assume you’d actually be sad of it wasn’t a date.

[ Grabbing a sugar packet he tore it open and poured it onto the tabletop to start toying with it while they waited. ]

But if you’re that worried—-hanging out is fine.

[ Using the packet as a straight edge, he absently licked the corner of his mouth and scoot the sugar into the shape of the ley lines. ]

If it felt like one then it probably was. Anyway...there’s no pressure. I’m sure you won’t have a shortage of dates while you’re here.