[Oh, he's definitely stupid. That is without a doubt. He doesn't think she is, though he can tell that he's thrown her off one way or another. The longer the quiet lasts the more anxious he gets, which is not what she needs, she needs him to chill out. He gives her the requested minutes.

What is wrong with him? He didn't blunder his other service dates this badly. He blundered his normal life this badly. He blundered second or third dates or important requests or being there when something else crops up and--

She's coughing. Is she okay? Oh god, is she choking? Wait. No. Oh. She wants something. She wants... oh!

He quickly lists off an order to the waiter, as well as a request for refilling glasses. He's quick and to the point, because he knows well this guy's going to be way busier than he's allowed to admit. Plus it gets him out of here and when she speaks up again, he's immediately relieved.]

I really don't. Even if I'm not all sure which part of "this" you mean.

[He flashes a sheepish half-grin.]

But, whatever you mean, it's not a contest. Just be how you want.