[Oona pauses for a long moment, wondering if by 'messed up' he means the date, or something else. Or maybe both? He certainly hasn't been himself through this, and Oona hasn't made much of an effort for chitchat and small talk (it's not quite in her nature to do so anyway), and had been determined to just eat all she wanted.
She tilts her head. Trouble?] No.
[Because she's honest, and it's not a trouble to her. But clearly it's troubling him.]
You are quiet. Something is wrong? Not with the date, but something else. [Because despite what anyone else might thing, Oona isn't stupid. She observes carefully, reads body language quickly, and most of the time people just don't bother to ask her about anything and assume she knows nothing because of it.
Even then it doesn't take a genius to figure out his thoughts aren't on the food or the girl in front of him.] What is it?
no subject
She tilts her head. Trouble?] No.
[Because she's honest, and it's not a trouble to her. But clearly it's troubling him.]
You are quiet. Something is wrong? Not with the date, but something else. [Because despite what anyone else might thing, Oona isn't stupid. She observes carefully, reads body language quickly, and most of the time people just don't bother to ask her about anything and assume she knows nothing because of it.
Even then it doesn't take a genius to figure out his thoughts aren't on the food or the girl in front of him.] What is it?