For a split second, Natalie smiled. She knew when someone was checking her out. She had seen it that night when she'd gone dancing.
But just like that, her smile was gone. Evan was his usual asshole self (at least as of late). "It's a dress," she answered, alcohol edging into her words and making them less crisp than usual. "Nobody else complained."
Her arms crossed over her chest, though it only served to push her cleavage up for him, a fact she didn't notice as she watched him look around her. "He's..." But wait, why should he know he wasn't here? Why did Evan deserve to know anything at all? "It's none of your business where he is."