[It's supposed to be a joke. He sees Allison's face and knows it so, so well. In his mind, he pictures her frowning, maybe even huffing. None of this happens and for a moment, still grinning, he's a little dumbfonded.

Diana is not capable of this kind of joke, face to face. By text, maybe. But not like this. She lacks the patience for it, lacks the ability to be anyone but herself physically. Whoever Allison is, she is definitely not Diana Holt. That leaves him in sort of a weird predicament, wherein he's at a speed dating event and he has just accidentally hit on someone identical to his big sister.

Swallowing, he shrugs. ] I had a joke I was gonna make, but then you said your name was Allison and now it's gonna sound like I'm totally weird if I explain the context.

[And, a beat. ] But I mean, they are all of the above, like you said. Your eyes, I mean. [And, laughing, a little awkwardly, he leans in, looking a little sheepish. ] I thought you were my big sister.