Despite being rudely interrupted, Barry wasn't too upset. He was shocked by Cass snapping at the waiter, although he deserved it. Then butterflies fluttered in his stomach when she called the speedster her date. He smiled at the girl and placed a hand on hers. "Cass, you should already know the answer to that. I do. I do still like you. A lot. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. I was there when you woke up from your coma-thing," he said. "And if I didn't like you, do you think I would've been visiting you, waiting for the day you would wake up?" He smirked. His cheeks had turned slightly pink as he told her how he felt. He wished he could tell her more, but his mind was already moving too fast for him to sift through right then. He hoped it was enough to convince her.
A thought sprung into his head, clear as day. Without warning, and only taking a few seconds, he ran from the cafe into his dorm and brought out the red scarf Cass had gotten him, running back to his seat. "Look," he said, holding up the soft material. "I still have the scarf you gave me, from what seems like ages ago. I still wear it when it's cold. It reminded me so much of you it helped me get through losing you."