"Yeah, I'm sure," he tells her, nodding seriously. His dad energy is the biggest. "Gimme a second."

And then he's turning sideways in the booth, trying to buy himself some privacy and not read as rude, both, as he calls home. He lets Alma know not to wait up (though, he knows she probably will, nevertheless), that something came up at work (yes, that work) that may keep him out all night, and that he loves her, then hangs up. The phone goes back into his pocket and he turns back to her and the remains of his fries.

"Alright, we're good." A beat. "I'm gonna need to sleep, sometime tonight, but ... " But now they have time to at least check out the apartment, if nothing else.