Seems like he's not the only one who has wandering eyes. He drank his champagne and watched her check him out. Making sure to flex a little and give her a reason to stay.
He centers himself, breathes once, and concentrates on the idea of “ready-to-eat, bite-sized, warm, and balanced”. +
ǝɓuɐɹʇS ɹoʇɔoꓷ
Circled around her mind. Dangerous. Risky.
Clearing her throat she kept a casual tone.
“I can get the bottle, maybe make us some food or we can order takeout?”
