"You can if you want to," Bianca said in quiet reply. Then she suddenly realized she'd actually spoken aloud, and sweet Merlin he probably heard that. What was she even thinking? She turned a flaming scarlet, a red deeper than her hair. She snapped the picture as quickly as she could, stammered a terribly embarrassed goodbye and hurried off into the crowd before he could call her back.
That was utterly mortifying, and she was certain she'd ruined any of her chances to speak with him again.