Their waiter arrived then, and Eve sat herself up a little straighter. Both hands fell to her lap. "Could we get a couple of Rum Punches?" she asked, once they had asked for their drink order.
As they left again, her attention was once more on the man across from her. "If you were stranded on a dessert island, what three books would you take with you?" she asked curiously, poking at conversation while she started to pick up her menu.