This time she had kissed him. His smile grew and his whole body moved toward her a bit more, on his stool. Their faces were close, as if they were having a secret conversation, and he wondered if anyone in the bar might notice but didn't care.
"So tell me, how's your week looking now? Any better?" He asked, his hand moving across the bar, away from his drink, towards hers to softly stroke her fingers.
He watched his hand for a moment before looking back at her face, his gaze focusing on her lips. They were soft and a little hesitant and he liked that. He wondered what they would feel like pressed hard against his.