As if he senses it (and let’s be honest, he probably does), when he sets his drink down the next time, his hand drifts from her arm to her back and down to her hip where he squeezes with enough pressure to make her turn to look back at him. When she does, she can tell that he’s angled his body in front of her so that it’s unlikely anyone can see his wandering hand but there’s a questioning look on his face. 