Luna watched him raise his glass and tried to decide what should be her next move. As she saw it there were three moves on the table.
1. She could drop her gaze. She could drink her martini and ignore him and hope nothing more came of this, that he didn't follow her out of her the minute she left. Maybe she could stay until after he went and hope he wasn't waiting.
2. She could get out of here right now. Quickly to the exit, quickly to the car, quickly home.
3. She could call Hermes or Hecate, someone who would come here and collect her so that there was no risk of anything happening. But doing that meant losing face, both to the god she called and in front of Ares.
And that was why Luna found herself going with Secret Option #4. She tipped her glass back and finished it in three gulps and then put it heavily back down on the table.
Then she got up and didn't go towards the door, didn't go towards the bathroom, but walked straight over to Ares' table. She pulled out the seat opposite him and then sat down- straight backed, eyes on his, expression firm but as calm as she could make it, hands loosely clasped on the table in front of her.