Walter is trying to spend the rest of the meal focused on his sliders, but he's finding that difficult. The first few times he looks up and Danny's looking right at him, well, he can shrug that off as coincidence. After that, when he lifts his gaze and meets the stare without looking away... ...not that easy to rationalize.

Maybe he shouldn't have ducked away before. Maybe...

The waitress interrupts that train of thought with the check. Which he pounces on immediately, slapping his hand on it and dragging it his way.

"Everything here is on me, okay? A-and before you complain, you drove."