Nicholas and I are used to sitting down for lunch together. In the school dining hall. Surrounded by a swarm of other people.

What we aren't used to is it being just the two of us. On a Tuesday. In a posh restaurant. In the middle of London.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about or are you going to keep me in suspense for another twenty minutes?" Nicholas asks, a slight amusement to his voice.

My head sprung up and looked at the large wall clock in the restaurant, seeing that we had indeed been sat here for twenty minutes without anyone speaking.

"Oh," I said, trying not to sound awkward, but failing miserably. I clear my throat to buy me some more time. "Well, uh, here's the thing. I was, uh, wondering, you know, well, uh-"

"You are pretty bad at asking people out," Nicholas told me, his head tilting to one side as he watched me carefully. "That is what you're trying to do, isn't it?"