"Oh, really? So you didn't flirt with our waitress the entire dinner?" she snapped angrily. Natalie's cheeks were flushed at the suggestion that she was hallucinating. Evan's flirtatious nature was one thing, but doing it on a date that was supposed to make up for him being a dick in the first place?! Not cool! And there was a definite line crossing when you took someone's phone number, even Evan had to know that.
"And she wasn't bent over you with her boobs in your face when I came back from the restroom? I'll bet she gave you her number, didn't she?" She made a move for Evan's pockets to check them. She knew she had seen him put something in them, and if it was nothing to hide, he shouldn't mind, should he?