"You mentioned my warm hands, not warm smile. It appears that you have tossed yourself into a lake of your own making and you need help fishing yourself out." and then another smile before he brought the tea to his lips and then he downed the rest of it-- but honestly? There had not been that much left.

Which meant that their time together was growing far shorter.

He tapped his fingertips on the table. debating the wisdom of giving this man his phone number.

But honestly, one could not make arrangements to meet up for a walk unless they were given some form of communication. This may be his first mistake, or perhaps his second-- it was hard to keep track at this moment. He wrote his number on a slip of a napkin then and then passed it forward.

"Whenever you are interested in a walk, here is my number."