[ Sorry to break it to you, man, but "Awkward" is Jeff's middle name. Actually, it's "David," but that doesn't change the fact that in a minor social crisis (like: "how do I escape this verbal beating of a dead horse without seeming rude?") he becomes an alarmingly awkward person.

Let's just say that when Jeff dies, his tombstone definitely won't read "Cool under pressure (real or imagined)."

Thankfully, where Jeff kept dithering and failing to assert his disinterest, it looks like this guy's able to cut right to the point and break the enthusiastic gardener's heart with a simple, decisive statement. Well, whatever works, as long as Jeff's not the one to disappoint them. ]

Oh, well, uh. [ He shoots the gardener a contrite grin. ] Sorry, guess this isn't his scene. We should go. It was lovely talking soil with you. Bye!

[ Keeping up the facade of familiar camaraderie, Jeff's going to make a valiant attempt to guide the man he'd just conscripted into friendship away from the gardening club. But, to his (uh, small?) credit, he drops the act once they're out of earshot. ]

Sorry. I was just desperate to get out of that conversation. [ He offers his hand to shake. ] Jeff.

[ Nope, he totally hasn't put two and two together to realize that this is the skeptic he'd spoken to the other day, on Friendr. ]