The situation suddenly seemed extremely...<span style="font-style: italic"> intimate</span>, for some reason. Harry seemed so sincere in his words, and it all seemed overwhelming to Draco, who was unused to being treated like this. It was a little difficult to wrap his head around, and he was probably just standing there, looking at Harry for way longer than what is considered socially acceptable. It took him a while to shake himself out of his reverie, but when he finally did, he managed to produce a sheepish smile at Harry. They were going to go for coffee as friends, and it wasn't going to be more than that.<br/>"Oh, well," he said, trying not to seem as awkward as he feels. He took a small step away from Harry, suddenly feeling a little suffocated in his small office. He wasn't even sure what made it so, but Harry suddenly felt too close, and he just needed a little space between the two of them, so he could get to think for a bit. "Well, I am glad," he said, as he went back to his desk, and started scribbling something down on a piece of paper. "Here is my phone number. Then you can text me when and where, yeah?"