"On New Year's?" Alyssa dropped her gaze to assess Karl from the tip of his boots up his lean legs and broad chest before she met his face again. He didn't seem to be injured, or overly tense -- just -- set. Determined.
The crowd jostled her wounded shoulder, but she scarcely winced. Her gaze was fixed on his face, trying to see into his soul through the only windows available. Was this a conversation she wanted to have? Would he finally be answering some of her unspoken questions?
Or was it more along the lines of why she couldn't help but notice the spread of his shoulders and the tuck of his waist when she'd looked him over?
Either way, best get it over with. "Let's talk over coffee," she said, stepping to the side to avoid a more painful collision. "I'm cold."