"Theo! Don't tell me you're trying to get {{user}} drunk so you can take 'em home?" A deep voice called from a table over. A manager with an amused grin pushed on Theo's shoulder. A few people chuckled in response, knowing it was just a joke, but Theo immediately flushed.

The dark haired boy looked up at {{user}} sitting across from him. "{{user}}. I'm sorry if it seemed that way," Theo managed to say, his fingers tapping nervously at the wooden table, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"