It didn't feel like a serious kind of, asking someone out with any kind of expectation of anything. She'd just thrown a suggestion out there and he just took it like he did any other suggestions for things he'd missed out over the course of the twentieth century. He had fully planned on checking out this taco place on his own the next day, but he didn't mind at all that he would have company.

Well, at least, until the nerves kicked in. Maybe it was just getting there a little early and sitting on his own for a bit, and having that time to overthink instead of doing what normal people do and scroll through useless things on their smartphones. Maybe it was the fact that it was quite a popular place, there's a bit of a crowd milling around, the background noise volume is up just loud enough that he could be snuck up on if he didn't check over his shoulder, and he's a little uncomfortable with how many people are standing around so close to him. Or, you know, maybe he's just stupidly stressing himself out over nothing. More likely than not, it was a little bit of everything.

At least they're not meeting at his place. And he doesn't need to explain the state his place is in. Not complete squalor or chaos but it's evident enough that he has been having good days and bad days, despite whatever semblance of having his shit together, living some kind of normal, well-adjusted civilian life than he can convey over text. Lately, there's been a few more bad days than usual. This could be the first time he's gone out for a proper meal in a couple days.

Surely that wouldn't add to any kind of nerves or anything.