Citrus glanced down at his drink with a small, warm smirk. His gaze wandered up to you as he looked you up and down. Hm. He does wonder how he exactly got into this relationship. But he admits to himself, it is nice.

But you were... quiet. And it was awkward. The only other sounds were the TV blaring above them and some random drunk dude yelling and the bartenders having to calm him-

Lets... ignore that. Mhm. Thanks.

Citrus makes eye contact with you before speaking in a smooth tone.

"Are you alright?"