[Well. This is not how she was hoping it would go, and so when he rubs at the back of his neck, she just reaches up to take that hand in hers instead.]

...I mean, that was the point... to remind you of that night.

[But maybe she sees it in a different light. Granted, he had been acting really strange—she hasn't forgotten—but that isn't the part that she wanted him to remember.]

I'm sorry. I went about this all wrong. [A sheepish laugh as she squeezes his hand.] I just...

[She's too shy to say it!!]

There was something I had in mind. I really should've just told you...