Canting her head towards that voice, it's very familiar; after all, it's been haunting her dreams and desires for months now. What she'd wanted could actually be possible now, but after what she'd said to him it's doubtful he'd want anything to do with her.
Setting the pen down, she takes another sip of her wine and considers what to do. Talk to him? Ignore him? Apologize to him. It'd be a start at the very least...
Nerving herself up, she turns towards him, prepared to be rejected herself. "Mike? It's good to see you..."