Wilson paced outside the restaurant, impatiently waiting till it was completely dark with absolutely no traces of any new customer going into the restaurant.
He had taken a good amount of time to contemplate taking the flowers he initially got her to celebrate the opening of her restaurant with him or to just leave them laying in the back seat of the car. He was trying to pull as little as possible attention towards them but at the same time, needed to be as romantic as possible.
With sweaty palms, he returned the flowers into his car and focused on being romantic in other ways. It had to be the first time in a very long time he was going to be confessing his feelings to a woman and like it was the first time, he felt completely clueless on what to actually do.
Maybe it was because his
