No nerves this time. Well, maybe a smidge, but not like before. This was the third time she'd covered this ground and the alcohol was giving her the bravery she needed to push down any remaining anxiety. She was doing this on purpose; it was important. She'd been over it and over it in her mind. She'd never see him again but he was being a perfectly fine impromptu date. And he was cute - strong jawline, good hair. Eyes that were intelligent and captured hers over their little table.