I turn away from him to face the bar, poking the ice in the drink with my straw. He said he wanted to keep it professional, but he's talking about it. And joking about it, no less.

"Sorry, too soon?" He finally says, his tone slightly edgy.

I pause for a moment, lost on how to answer. I can feel him watching me as I keep my focus on the glass.

"No, its fine," I take a quick sip of my sip.

He looks relieved, "Thank god"

"It's not like it was that ...