Cisco blushes, and his instinct is to think that there's no way Matt means his voice, but the way Matt says it, the little smile he offers, Cisco allows himself to feel a little flattered. The cool air feels good on his warm face, and he slows his pace from the way he usually walks, always in a hurry. He wants to savor this moment, strolling along with Matt on his arm, and he knows it's more necessity than chivalry, but it still feels nice.

"I think I see the cafe you mean," Cisco says, noticing a patio with chairs and tables a ways down with. It doesn't look busy and Cisco's glad; he's really looking forward to getting to talk with Matt more, getting to know him better.

It isn't long before they're there, and the hostess shows them to a table, Cisco stopping so Matt can find the back of his chair with his hand before he moves around to sit himself, the feet of metal chair scraping against the stone patio as he pulls it out.

"This is nice," he remarks as he picks up the menu in front of him, giving it a quick once over.