Cisco's heart (which has been making itself known repeatedly since the date started) leaps in his chest when Hartley frowns softly at the disconnect of their hands. Cisco's always been a late bloomer, and he's often worried in his adult life if the way he behaves in romantic situations comes across as occasionally juvenile. But the fact that Hartley not only initiated the handholding but also seems sad to see it end makes Cisco feel like he's doing things right. If it wasn't for their food being here he'd hold on to Hartley's hand all night, and he has a heady thought of them walking along the street after their meal is over, hand in hand, looking for all the world to see like a couple. It's still early, but the idea of being like that with Hartley makes his heart soar.

Unwrapping his chopsticks, Cisco smiles across the table at Hartley, full to the brim with happiness. "We can talk more about your flute when you show it to me later," Cisco says, using his chopsticks to give his noodles a stir. "In the meantime, tell me more about you," he suggests, eager to learn everything he can about Hartley. "Like, what kind of music to you listen to? What kinds of movies do you like? What do you do for fun?"