What's my line?

"Are you okay? You look all zombied again."  I got asked by Mitch when I returned a few dvds today.  He was halfway out the door for his break.

"Novel is haunting me"  I answered.  I asked him where he was heading, he was just going next door to the coffee shop so I tagged along.

Mitch-: "Again?"

Me-: "Still. Just when I think the thing is all well and happy I find another plothole or some small scene starts to feel wrong."

Mitch-: "Can't help you on that." he scratched his freshly shaved jaw.  I took a look at him in his jeans and company blue sweater.  He's managed to gain about five pounds in the last while, doesn't look like a rake anymore. "What?"  he asked very much catching me checking him out.

Me-: "You look good is all. I like the no beard thing."

Mitch-: "Thank you. You're the only one to say anything.  Starting to think I'm invisible at work."

Me-: "Willow I'm guessing."

Mitch-: "That obvious? She's in a relationship but from the way she's talking, it's about to bottom out."

It was one of those moments when I really wished we were in a movie or some nonsense, where I could have just pulled him to me for a kiss or made a move but we weren't and that would have caused a great amount of bad uncomfortable feelings and would have destroyed the semi-friendliness we've had for the last two years.  So instead, I let out a deep breath and pretended to check my cell for imaginary missed messages I knew were not there while he got his coffee.
But I know he felt the strain for a couple of moments because he hurried to get a table while I got my own coffee, didn't wait in line with me and by the time I had walked over to the table, he was on to a common safer topic.  The movies I'd just returned.  Were they any good?  I'm the only one who's had the guts to rent a couple of documentaries on porn and they might get pulled from the shelf for clearance.