Eve's mouth curved into a perfect "O" shape, with a slight smile appearing on the side, in perfect mock-outrage. Then, she returned Graham's charming smile with one of her own, and she hoped the look in her eyes were telling him exactly what she wanted them to: She liked him, so far, quite a bit.
"I paint, and in college I think I must've played a bit of everything. But I must say, abstract and surreal are much more my cup of tea." She said, some part of her mind wondering when anyone would be coming by to take their order of food, since the drinks were very much taken care of. "Why, do I look like a boring landscaper?"
She almost giggled at his wink, but before she could something in her yanked away the giggle and ordered her to pull herself together.
"You're not just a journalist, then? You actually write?" She asked, hoping her "just a journalist" remark wouldn't make him angry.