"It's my favorite," he admits, casually, picking a likely looking booth and heading over to take a seat. Ned notices that Ginsberg's attention flicks over to the TV, and he chooses the side that will allow him to continue looking at it, if he wants to. "That's, uh- why I invited you." Well, and other reasons.
Another wave of nervous, awkward energy sweeps over Ned. Maybe he's reading it wrong, but he gets the feeling that they might not be on the same page here. That maybe he should have been a little clearer from the get-go that he was inviting Ginsberg out on another date, since the first had gone so badly. Had he gotten that? He'd said that if it went badly he'd be two-for-two for the night, but still, something about his demeanor makes Ned think he's assuming this is merely a friendly gesture.
The question is, should he leave it that way, or do or say something that would clue him in? Stomach churning with indecision he asks, tightly, "Can I... get you something to drink? What are you having?"
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Another wave of nervous, awkward energy sweeps over Ned. Maybe he's reading it wrong, but he gets the feeling that they might not be on the same page here. That maybe he should have been a little clearer from the get-go that he was inviting Ginsberg out on another date, since the first had gone so badly. Had he gotten that? He'd said that if it went badly he'd be two-for-two for the night, but still, something about his demeanor makes Ned think he's assuming this is merely a friendly gesture.
The question is, should he leave it that way, or do or say something that would clue him in? Stomach churning with indecision he asks, tightly, "Can I... get you something to drink? What are you having?"