"You want to go... for a drink?" She asked, confused, as if she wanted to make sure she had heard correctly. This, of course, made Fran unsure. He looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact with her. In his mind, he was already cursing and regretting asking her, assuming the worst. Anja's confusion then turned into a pleasant smile. "Of course we can. Why not? That would be really nice."
Fran looked up, and the combination of confusion and surprise was visible on his face. He couldn't believe she had agreed. He thought maybe his ears were deceiving him because of all the sadness that had initially overwhelmed him. "Really? You'll go on...