Sinead's attention immediately returned to Tanis, finding the quickness of Tanis' response hard to process, sending a thrill down her spine. The conversation was getting more awkward by the minute; while the tension between them seemed to have dissappated, they were on the cusp of saying things they couldn't say in public. It made their phrasings clumsy, making Sinead's fingers itch for an honest answer.<br/>Finally coming to terms with the fact that Tanis had no intention of sitting down, Sinead turned, angling herself better out of the booth and towards the other woman. It created enough distance for her to cross her legs, but really, it was just an excuse to angle herself better into the feigned privacy of the conversation.<br/>"So I was not mistaken?"<br/>The question felt bold, but the way Sinead muttered it made it appear more fragile than brave. This really was the only question to ask; Sinead had kissed Tanis on several bold assumptions, feeling like she had experienced reciprocated interest in the way Tanis acted around her. She desperately needed to know whether or not they had been correct.