Nora hadn’t really been expecting Mark to take her hand into his, but when he did, she was surprised to feel the roughness of his palm, yet the warm embrace of his fingers, which seemed to contradict each other. Her hand was paralyzed when he shook her it, causing her to look down at her own appendage as if it had betrayed her in some way. It flopped around like a limp noodle in his grasp, until he released her, which sent it tumbling to the space between them, threatening to fall to the ground, if it wasn’t attached to her arm.<br/><br/>She hated to admit it, but there was something about his touch that made her feel a current of electricity, like a brief jolt of lightning that licked her nerve-endings. Her ears were buzzing when she heard her name on his voice, as he uttered that it was nice to meet her. “You too,” she managed, after tugging her arm back into her own lap. Her sentiment about first impressions might have hinted that she wasn’t as certain of that as he was. Soon after, it was time to order her meal.<br/><br/>When he placed his order next, she listened to him ask for no dessert and no appetizer, which inwardly made her cringe. Had she just ordered way too much food? Was he about to judge her for how much she was soon to consume in front of him? But then, before those thoughts could take root, she was bombarded with a much more debilitating thought; why did she care what this Mark Miles person thought? She blinked and shook her own head, as if willing herself back into a reality that made sense to her.<br/><br/>He inquired as to her reason for travelling when they were left alone. Nora sighed quietly before responding. “Pleasure, I guess you could say. I’m travelling for fun.” She had a whole itinerary planned, as well. Nora was in a new chapter of her life, and in this one, she was determined to try new things and live life to the fullest, while she still had the chance to do so. It had been too long of living quietly in the shadows and keeping her nose down, trying to remain as invisible as possible. A time when she would only dream of confronting a hot rod like him anywhere other than her dreams.