Smiling back at him, she said “Steve, then.”  She found herself watching every move he made, hoping one of those moves was a touch.  She laughed when he produced the bottle, part of her grateful he didn’t take her up on going anywhere.  She’d rather be alone with him.<br/><br/>Taking a pull from the bottle he offered, she winced the slightest bit at the taste of scotch.  Not her favorite, but a little bit of liquid courage never hurt anyone.   Watching as he sat, she let her eyes drink him in.  As he posed the question about Chris, there was no hesitancy in her voice when she spoke.<br/><br/>“It’s Lana, please.  And as for my husband, he knows I’ll be staying after for some drinks.”  She didn’t explain any further, almost as if the little white lie wouldn’t be a lie if she didn’t voice it completely.<br/><br/>Watching his face, she found herself eagerly anticipating his next move, his next words, his next anything.<br/><br/><br/>