"It is stupid, because that really doesn't have anything to do with..." he drifted off. It was not a good sign that he was already having trouble looking her in the eye, keeping very much focused on the table.

He was also starting to sound more than a little frustrated with himself. Why did this go so much more smoothly when he'd been rehearsing it a thousand times the day before? "Look, just--" he groaned. "Did I... did I say anything?" He already knew the answer and he knew she did too, but he was sort of hoping maybe she'd forgotten. Or that she'd lie and he could just get out of here before he embarrassed himself any further.