The feigned hurt in Adrian’s voice was what had Alicia chuckling, but it was the words and the memory of the last time she had heard those words that had her cheeks heat up and her look away for a moment to hide it. “Mm, you do need something to do with your time, so… glad to be of service,” she said with a smile as she looked back to him.
Once the server had left to fill their order, Alicia leaned in a little, resting her elbows on the table. No, it wasn’t proper etiquette, but this was Finnigan’s, not a fancy restaurant, and she was with Adrian and she wanted to keep their talk between the two of them. Possibly she wanted to be closer to him, too, but taking his hand had already been quite a step for her, and she needed just a little more encouragement, more proof, so to speak, that what Susan had told her about him was true. “So, aside from willingly catering to my every whim today, not to mention feeding my children and very potentially getting me at least tipsy tonight,” she smirked at him. “How’s your day been?”