He twirls the straw in his glass, hating the awkward silence between them. He doesn't know why she ever agreed to do this. She's obviously uncomfortable.
He presses his lips together and says, "Evans, if you don't want to be here, leave. I'm not going to stop you."
"What?" she asks, incredulous. "You've wanted this date for years and now you're quitting halfway through?"
"I don't want to force you to be here. Hell, that's the last thing I want."
"That's really sweet, Potter."
It's quiet for a moment. "You gonna leave?"
She smiles softly. "No, I think I'll stay."