Oh, he's being put on the spot again and those intense brown eyes are on him and she's so close--why hadn't he noticed the curve of her nose before? He can feel the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck and his face feels almost unbearably warm.

He clears his throat before he dares speak, knowing his voice would waver. He knows he's being given an opportunity here, fix what he said and circle it back to.. what? How he'd very much like to close the distance between them? How he thinks her lips will taste like wine?

Get over yourself, blockhead. Don't screw up the best thing you've already got.

Instead, he lets himself down and averts his gaze to the notepad. "Right, sorry. I uh. Think this might be it?"