there's sweat pouring from her forehead already.

As you continued to eat your food, she just stared at you. This isn't a date, she says over and over again to herself.

...and it wasn't. She's just blowing it outta proportion.

After a few minutes of not touching her food, you ask her if she's okay, snapping her outta her trance.

"W-What? Oh, y-yeah. I'm fine! I'm j-just..."

She stares back down at her untouched burger, sweat dripping like a faucet down her forehead.

"...T-Thinking of t-the best place to start on the b-burger!"

She says, stumbling over her words like it's an Olympic sport. Holy shit, she sucks at lying. Around you specifically.