The show with the bottles was impressive, but Sophia's eyes never strayed from Justin himself.   Well, she did glance at his hands from time to time, thinking now about what else they might be good at.<br/><br/>Now that the train of thought had started, she couldn't seem to stop it.  She'd been resigned to it, a night of unrequited flirting, like so many others.  But what if it didn't have to be?<br/><br/>"Thank you, Justin," Sophia told him, reaching out for her drink and making sure to seize his fingers before he pulled them away.  She favored him with a look like she'd been giving him all night.  "But be careful.  What good would I be to you passed out?"  She pulled the glass closer to her but didn't pick it up.  She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd heard, and she couldn't help but look at him as she thought about it.  Is this what a giggolo looked like?  He was rather young.  He was handsome.  But she supposed that's what a giggolo should be.<br/><br/>With a few less drinks she might have been more cautious.  But, well, she'd had a few more drinks, not less.  "Justin, I heard a rumor about you.  I wonder if I should believe it."