Some more book comparison:
We stroll back to the hotel, and I’d like to say it’s in companionable silence. He at least looks his usual calm, collected self. As for me, I’m desperately trying to gauge how our little coffee morning has gone. I feel like I’ve been interviewed for a job, but I’m not sure what for.
“Do you always wear jeans?” he asks out of the blue.
Holy shit guys, this is intense.