Lisa had been nervous about going to dinner with Noah. She'd obviously not completely messed up their first dinner that he wanted to see her again, and she was pleased and flattered and spent half an hour deciding what to wear. It usually took her mush less time, long practiced in grabbing whatever she needed to this function and that.
Tonight had nothing to do with GRIN, though, on the UN or UNICEF or any of the other important acronyms in her life. This was a sweet, handsome professor, taking her out to dinner. And he was such a gentleman. Lisa was used to a certain amount of poise and manners when she schmoozed with the high and mighty. This was different.
This was Noah Browning.
As they walked toward the restaurant, she tried not to blush too much at his compliment or pay too much heed to the way he looked at her mouth, then her eyes. Signals could get so mixed up when she felt like this.
"I enjoy your company, as well," she replied, then paused them long enough to reach up and straighten his lapels slightly. "You look quite dashing yourself."
Lisa looked up at him and probably lingered on his eyes a little too long.
He's still legally married and is looking forward to a 'no pressure' evening with a friend. Don't be a silly girl.