“You’re better than Superman any old day.” he’s glad to see her excited by the treats. his elbows dig into the table, palms pressed into the bottom of his jutted jaw. when she hesitates, his own joy drops … brow raising – and when she replies, he shifts away from the table; arms up, palms spread. “Noooo – okay … maybe just … coffee?” pause, the accepting of how it sounds. “Together? Us? Me? You?” another pause. “Like, as friends. Not a date. Heavens forbid!” nice save, pete.