He’s looking at her like he wants to devour her and it’s like the rest of the pub disappears. She wondered if he’d always looked at her like that. He starts to make his way over to her, and her heart is racing. It wasn’t the plan she had for tonight, but she knew she’d be mad not see where it was going to lead. Not wanting to get ahead of herself or the evening though, she quickly stands up to levitate the drinks over to their table, but he was quicker. She was trapped between his chest and the bar, his hand reaching out to brush her hair off her shoulder, as he leaned down to greet her.