[To that first move of yours, he's glancing up at you just once and smiling as he's absentmindedly fending his contact's fumbled flirtations disguised in order taking off. He comes around to join you once he's done, with a bit of an eye roll and a plop of limbs right beside you.]

Food should be here in thirty minutes tops. The owner's delivering it personally, so I would love it if you came out with me to pick it up.

[Because few things can say no thanks the same way a living, breathing, adorably territorial boyfriend can.]