[The awkward silence stretches between them and Trucy fidgets, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her dress. Her smile falters, just slightly, and she tries again.]

Um, I really like you. I mean, like you like you. You're smart and handsome and really nice and I know we're in different labels and I'm not exactly good at this romance stuff but I thought maybe....

[After that rush of words, she trails off with a nervous laugh.]

I guess I should've thought this through a little more.