"...Do you think we should be freaking out?" He asks it slowly, unsure, looking to the side of him for a window that isn't there. Usually he likes those seats, the views from them; regardless, he glances at Inigo before returning to his menu with a puzzled brow.

"I mean... it's not like I'm not worried. Something feels off, right? I don't think I remember why we came here." To meet up, hang out - which? Frowning more, he looks back up at Inigo. "What were you telling me before?"

--What is he forgetting? What can't he suddenly remember? Like a puzzle piece missing that shows the events that led them here.