Lana jumped, dropping the cell phone when it finally pinged, as if on command.  Swiping, then entering the password, her eyes glanced over the texts.  The butterflies were already taking flight inside her stomach.  She knew exactly where the band was playing.  Her cheeks blushed at his request for her attire.  She certainly hoped he’d find what she was wearing desirable.<br/><br/>Glancing at the clock, she needed to get going.  Her thoughts only on Steve, she stood up, slipped her feet into her heels and walked to the bottom of the stairs.  Yelling to be sure Chris would hear her, she said “I put the food in the oven, baby.  Leaving now.  I’ll try to be home early, but don’t wait up if you find yourself getting too tired!”  In her mind, she knew she’d be late, and she hoped he’d be asleep.  Lana knew she wasn’t up for a round two, although she had promised.<br/><br/>Not waiting for any response, she grabbed her purse and keys, rushing out the door to her car.  Bringing up the map as more of a precaution than a necessity, she drove with ease to the bar.  The parking lot already nearly full, she found a slot, expertly maneuvering her car into it.  Checking her make-up, she reapplied her pink lip gloss, fluffing her hair with her fingers one last time.  Exiting and locking her car, her heels echoed with purpose on the macadam as she made her way to the entrance.<br/><br/>Once inside, her eyes needed to adjust to the darkened interior.  There was no band currently playing, but soft music could be heard coming from somewhere. Almost all the tables were already occupied, as well as several chairs along the bar.  Glancing around, she finally saw Steve at a table near the stage.  As he looked up, she waved and began making her way over to join him.  Once there, her face flushed, she kissed his cheek, saying “Hi” breathlessly.