"That was Georgia, a bit further south-east," Noah replied.
The waiter brought their wine, but Noah heard the murmur. It didn't surprise him that she felt that way--her attraction to him was most likely as obvious as his to her--but it did surprise him that she said it.
Noah leaned back in his chair, turning the wineglass in small, tight circles, watching the candlelight reflect in the pale gold wine. He looked up, and Lisa still looked at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed.
"Seven beers, or a bottle and a fourth of wine," he replied with a smile. "It doesn't take that much. But if you're planning on doing that, don't let me wander outside. The nights are still a little nippy."