[Tear's not sure what brings more surprising anticipation-- and adrenaline, she absently notes-- with it: the brush against her skin, or the clear advance, his invitation. An anticipation that at first seems so much like her heart has leapt into her throat... that then emboldens her when that obviously isn't so, to slide her free hand over to his still occupied one, fingertips brushing up his wrist. Only an instant of hesitation before she shifts a leg under her in order to lean over her side of the table, to just short of meeting him entirely. Some of her hair falls over her shoulder from the shift, but she doesn't even think to push it back out of the way. Not now]
Is it...?
[Softly asking him just as much as she keeps to musing aloud to herself. Keenly watching his expression, she notes his darting eyes but holds her own steady this time; needing to see how he will respond to her question, to her. That this is a public establishment, that both of them are now closer than she'd normally consider decent while in clear sight, is little more than a passing thought, actually practically negligible. Right now she's simply fixed on what will come next, and what that will bring...