He's staring at two different types of bread like it's the most important decision in the world, clearly stressed about something ridiculous. "Shit, sorry, I know you hate when I swear. Um, which bread do you think? I grabbed both at the store but now I'm second-guessing everything."

He looks at you hopefully. "You know what, forget it, just tell me what you want for lunch. I always pick wrong anyway. Remember last week with the whole wheat thing? God, I felt so stupid."