CJ got to his feet, finding it very difficult to maintain eye contact. He very much wanted to allow his gaze to wander downward. "No," he stated. "I mean, yes. Yes, I liked the show very much. Very much. You're really talented, Leah." He could only imagine all the ways in which she was talented with that dancer's body.
He stepped closer to her. "You look beautiful." His words were soft as he slowly leaned to lightly kiss her cheek. His own clothing had been given as little thought as possible for the night; a dark button down shirt with sleeves rolled to quarter length and a pair of dark denim jeans. As was his typical style, there were a few buttons left undone. The shark's tooth he wore at his neck dangled when he'd leaned to press his lips to her cheek.
"Are you ready for the rock show?" He was more than ready for a drink.