Maybe he had been mistaken about Jessica setting up the date between Ella and himself. Maybe. He sensed, by instinct alone, that he was not, but always was there a possibility that instincts were wrong, and a smile played upon his lips as he watched Ella walk over to him, and heard her soft melodious voice filter through the quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop and caress his ears. “Likewise, Ella,” Peter confessed, and a pinkness brightened his cheeks as he thought of his sister at home more than likely pleased with herself and her cunning plan to pair the two together. Of course, had Jessica said something directly to him about it, he would never have accepted just on the basis of an age difference, yet out of all Jessica's friends, Ella was the most studious, and certainly she was attractive. His blush deepened as his thoughts lingered on her, both body and mind, and finally plucking up courage, he glanced into her eyes. “and unless I am mistaken, I believe we are on a date together.” He rose to his feet then, and reached into his pocket for some change from earlier.
“I'm not going to hold you to this, certainly, but while we are both here, let me buy you a coffee or tea, and we can just chat for awhile.” Peter said, his voice serene, and not knowing if Jessica was comfortable with this or not, and wished to give her leave without awkwardness continued his line of thought. “Or if you want, I could drive you home. It's up to you, really. I don't want to bore you as I would other women. You should be out having fun, not perched on a chair opposite me listening to me, and my dull life.” He bit his tongue then and didn't wish to speak further out of fear that something more inane would leave his lips, his mouth.