"I don't know, mate. I don't know much about, um." He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of a better way to admit he wasn't very versed in the art of dating. He could hit a mark from nearly a mile away on a clear day, but talking to women was just beyond him. He'd never really practiced it.

He started cleaning up the table, packing up the plates and food, hoping the busyness helped cover for his inability to express his thoughts. "I know it's not a date, but -- wait, it's not a date, is it?"