[ And this would be where the record scratch comes in. ]

You drive stick shift?

[ He feels he knows this. Or should since, they kinda drove over here together. In the same car. Sitting there right beside Bruce while trying not to get milkshake all over the seats. Yeah. Guess he'd been a little bit more interested in other things? A mystery. But. Now he's not so sure he's feeling super confidant about taking Bruce's hot wheels for a spin back to his place.

When that clamshell is brought on over in that plastic bag, Barry takes this as their cue to exit and certainly catches that curiously questioning look on their waitress' face.

So. Just to clear up any sort of mis-communi-kay going on here, he gestures between him and Bruce with a finger as he slips out of the booth. All smiles. ]

We're together. I mean- we work together. We're... co-workers. At the same... place of work.

[ Ok he is... so not selling this and he's just gonna stop right there with an awkward rub of the back of his head and just duck right on out of there, bye!! Normal non-metahuman speed. No flashy lightning bolt super speed. But he definitely keeps a certain sort of speed about him that would make you think he was a professional mall walker. ]

Why do I say half the things I do sometimes? Not cool, Barry. So not cool.

[ Muttering to himself as he waits for Bruce, he shoves his hands deep into his pockets and hurries on over to the car. ]

Uh, so. Maybe I'm not that well-versed with the whole stick shift kinda life? You know, if we're being honest here with each other about things.

[ Aka maybe he should just NOT try and drive this... very expensive car. ]