Dilemma

They headed out of the classroom and walked towards the elevators slowly. She captivated his attention, his eyes glued to her. She felt awkward but didn't show it. She just kept talking to him as she would any other friend or acquaintance.
Both slipped into silence as they approached the elevator, stiffly listening to the casual conversation of their peers.
Finally the elevator settled to the main floor. He was going left. She was going right. They continued talking until finally she mentioned she needed to leave. Hesitantly he asked if maybe she'd like to do something outside of class? Maybe they could do lunch sometime? Hope sparkled in his eyes as he stumbled over the questions.
Her smile froze to her face like it had so many times before in situations just like this. As he whipped his phone out to record her number, she automatically recited her digits, as if she were a robot. His fingers shook as he pressed the keys on his small phone.
Still shaking, he snapped the phone shut and stuffed it back into his pocket. She smiled her plastic smile and deftly wrapped up the conversation. They went their separate ways, both flushed and embarrassed. One excited and triumphant, congratulating himself on this new victory. The other terrified and wondering, "Wait, wait, did that just happen?" Worry clouded her head.
She stopped walking and looked over her shoulder. "But...I don't date," she whispered, her voice drowned out by the lively chatter of students filling the hall.
Her shoulders slumped and she continued to her car.
Now what?