"Really? I thought I felt something there, but I brushed it off." He always brushes things off. That's the night she called him charming. He did test the waters, in his own way, but he backed off immediately, not wanting to take "advantage" of something as innocent as a dinner with a very kind person. He shifts a bit when she calls him special, something he's never heard in his life. He's been a nobody, made a living out of blending in. And here's someone who hoped to get to know him and hoped he was available.

He leans back on the sand, resting his weight on his arms. "I can say the same about you. You felt like someone who would understand. And you asked me a lot of questions," he grins. "But I like that."