The diversion tactic had been a long shot, and she silently cursed to herself while keeping her face impassive from her feelings. Other than involving him in a fight, which would be a poor decision in this public setting, there was very little left to stall him.
Even with her skills.
Keeping her left hand in the open, to keep him comfortable, she pulled out a slip of paper from her waistband and a pen from her hair. It was amazing the type of weapon a pen could turn into when used correctly. Writing down her cell phone number - one of her many cell phone numbers - she gave him a small smile of her own as she held the paper towards him.
[Perhaps when you have some time, you can give me a call], she said, her lips quirking into a bit of a seductive smiles. [I would quite like to spend some quality time reacquainting.]
While she was somewhat uncomfortable with the thought of meeting him privately, she knew it was necessary. His reaction would help her gauge how he had changed over the years they had been apart.