Mike couldn't see much under the table, not even Brooke's foot, hidden as it was by the table cloth.<br/><br/>Mike ate with 1 hand under the table, his other hand trailed fingertips over Brooke's foot, caressed her calf and rested on her shin.<br/><br/>He wiped his mouth with the napkin and dropped it on the table when Brooke's foot was withdrawn. He stood up and smiled at Brooke as she took his arm in hers. He put his hand on her wrist, caressing the back her hand as they walked toward the chair.<br/><br/>As they were walking out to the van, Mike leaned over conspiratorially and whispered "I'm hoping that we can have dessert together, I mean after the ice cream cake."<br/><br/>Mike let Brooke get into the van first, intending to slide in next to her.