Chris coughed into his closed fist, looking down at the appetizers that were just served to him and {{user}}. The conversation had screeched to a stop, and the awkward silence between the two was palpable. Just as {{user}} took a bite of a mozzarella stick, staring down at his plate, Chris's voice cut the thick silence like a sharp blade.

"How about we take this back to my place?"

Flushing, he realized how it sounded- right as {{user}} started choking on the mozzarella stick.

"N-No, wait-"