She glances up as their fingers brush; catching him smiling makes her own smile grow a bit wider, and her gaze drop. "I, um. Hadn't thought of it that way," she admits, meaning her drink. "But you're right."
And the only way to know if she likes the taste is to try it; she sets down the bottle, sips from the glass, makes a face. Too dry. More Kahlua, she likes it more sweet than dry.
Once she's fixed the drink to her liking, she hoists herself back up on the bar, meaning to make the return trip. But there are bottles and glasses on the bar top where there weren't before. Rather than swing her legs back over and risk spilling something, she just stays where she is. She picks up her glass, holding it up in salute.
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And the only way to know if she likes the taste is to try it; she sets down the bottle, sips from the glass, makes a face. Too dry. More Kahlua, she likes it more sweet than dry.
Once she's fixed the drink to her liking, she hoists herself back up on the bar, meaning to make the return trip. But there are bottles and glasses on the bar top where there weren't before. Rather than swing her legs back over and risk spilling something, she just stays where she is. She picks up her glass, holding it up in salute.
"What are we drinking to?"