"I am," Ainsley says, maybe trampling a little on his last few words, but there's a rush of desperation to make sure Sam understands that she's not disinterested and that she genuinely wants to have dinner with him (not as coworkers, not as friends, but something more). "I mean," she clears her throat, trying to calm her enthusiasm. "I would very much be interested in sitting down to a meal with you, in such a fashion."