What she saw as a lack of womanly assets, Wes saw as a body well cared for. She was very clearly a woman, and he knew that more curves could come in time. He wasn't really a man who discriminated on the basis of curves--or lack thereof--as he could find something to appreciate in nearly all body types.
With a flick of his wrist, his deck sound system engaged, current hits trilling from the hidden speakers, loud enough to be enjoyed but not so loud as to hinder conversation. His eyes stayed focused on her as he grabbed the bottle of champagne, popping the cork with practiced ease and pouring the bubble into the flutes before passing one to her. "To your wildly successful start of a beautiful career," he toasted, raising the glass to tap against hers.