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Ruben did not realize that Reya came through the doors while hearing him muttering to himself. He was too focused on turning off the heat, moving the pans over to the sink, and starting to wash them while talking under his breath. 

[b]"Err.. did you get the..."[/b]

Turning his head to look at Reya, who tried to speak up, he turned in the water to get the dishes ready for washing. Watching her peak out into the front of the house and come back to thank him for the help. Ruben allowed a small smile while glancing at the water running. "[color=955295]It is the least I can do,[/color]" he said while adding dish soap. 

Sighing at the thought, not too long ago, Ruben thought he would jump right to the conversation where it was interrupted since Reya had to go out and take orders and deliver food to the customers. She was in the kitchen with him now, and he didn't know how to bring it up. Reya thought she was intruding when she asked to get drinks, and it was because he overthinks everything. 
Rubbing the back of his neck, he seemed to stare at the water for a minute before speaking up, "[color=955295][i]Reya, I didn't mean to make you feel like you were intruding...[/i][/color]" trailing off, since he didn't know if he should bring up going out for the drinks. Would she even want to? Would she think he's weird if he said it was okay too? 

Shutting down, he was horrible at talking to people - he started being bad at it after his parents divorced. Socializing was not his forte and probably never would be. Playing with the dishes a little, he was starting to wash them, and he didn't look at Reya the whole time while talking. "[color=955295]I mean. If you want to go out for drinks, it would be good to join you. It might be a need for both of us,[/color]" he offered up his true thoughts on the matter even though he felt like his offer was to get rejected. 

Starting to scrub the dishes, he didn't like to cook with them too much before washing them. He had a pet peeve when it came to switching foods in and out of the pan, especially foods that could contain allergies or cross-contaminate in some way. 
Ruben decided to glance over to Reya and see her physical reaction if there was one to his words. He knew he wasn't the best at talking about what was on his mind and usually stayed to himself - a habit that was learned because of how his mother was. She was a strong woman, but she wasn't at the same time. Anything that could be perceived as stressful was shut down when Ruben talked about it; he sometimes couldn't even ask her about her day without a freakout. 
This caused him to create bad habits of not talking but being talked to, causing a lot of one-sided conversations, and he was out of his comfort zone at this moment. 

It wasn't even that much time between when he said it was fine, and now, his anxiety jumped, and he decided to offer her an out. "[color=955295]I mean if you don't want to anymore. It's okay. I wouldn't want to go to the bar with me either. I'm not any fun. I'm very boring - I don't have anything to talk about unless you want to hear about the story of when I broke my arm at summer camp years ago,[/color]" he mentioned. Ruben thought that was one of his most exciting stories; him breaking his arm at 12 or 13 at summer camp. It was a story that most wouldn't judge him for; he didn't tend to get bad reactions from telling it. Reya probably heard the story once or twice already which is why he brought it up. 
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