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I pick at my food while sending him small glances. Each look makes me feel worse about my scream. He looks utterly miserable. My chest still hurts from his enthusiastic grab, but I still feel awful for him. He didn't mean to hurt me and it's consumed our entire date.

"I feel uncomfortable with you just sitting there. Please say something or eat something. Can we just forget the breast thing happened," I beg and the guilt in his eyes grows exponentially.

I bite my bottom lip and try to keep myself in my seat. I want to hug him and kiss his sadness away. My weak attempt at fixing the evening made him look so much worse.

"I am sorry. I will eat the dish with the deer if it will settle your nerves. Feel free to ask me questions," he announces sounding confident and I smile triumphantly.

I know he isn't over hurting me, but at least he is going to try and move on with our evening. The pain in his eyes isn't as bad now. He looks determined to move on.

I rattle my brain quickly and b