Love language: asking you to stop during an intimate moment, and you actually do, for me to then say “actually you can continue.”

We go to a restaurant as friends. My brain malfunctions because your outfit looks amazing, but I almost didn’t recognize you standing outside, especially with the position of the sun shining down on you. You ask what’s wrong, and I tell you a different truth, to avoid what first came to my mind. We go inside and I know that it isn’t a date until we both say it is, but it feels like one. Even though we are chatting like usual, I feel as if I’m avoiding your gaze more, because I don’t want you to know how I really feel, even though it’s probably very obvious.