Carlos blinked at him. “Oh, I’m Carlos,” he said, offering his hand. “Carlos the Scientist. And really, it’s not a big deal. But if you’d like, you can have a soda with me – I’m pretty down for some company!” He grinned at the other man. Really, there were no hard feelings whatsoever, and Carlos wanted to convey that somehow.
“I- kay. Yes.” he said, covering the awkwardness oh-so-smoothly by pointing at him. “Yes, I would like that. So, are you the Carlos? From the show?”
He started heading towards the pizza place.
Carlos looked at him. “Huh? Oh, you mean on the radio? Yeah, I…” Carlos looked down, scratching the back of his neck with a soft chuckle. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s me,” he confirmed.
The Perfect Scientist 