There was something besides awkwardness in this situation, but Jack could not exactly put his finger on it. Of course, at the moment, putting his finger pretty much on anything was probably be a bad idea.
Ignoring the fact that Eve had been wearing his clothes, which touched on an odd string of thought he had not even considered when he had lent them to her, was more difficult than he would have initially imagined. They were just clothes, so what was the big issue? Obviously she looked good in them, he thought, purposefully ignoring the small voice in his head that said she looked good in nothing as well.
Where exactly they stood was a question that, while he knew should be brought up, he was not about to broach at the moment. They were acquaintances, maybe beginning to be friends. Yes, they had slept together, but that did not change who they were at their cores, they were still the same people who had gone to the ball last night in simple fledgling friendship.
He could not feel a pang of...guilt, was it? Over the fact that he knew he had a date this very night, and it was not with her. Sasha had seemed interesting, and maybe she was not 'the one,' but it never hurt to just go out and see how they could click.
Once again, ignoring the thought that Eve and he had definitely 'clicked' the night before, Jack shook his own head. Eve returned right then, and he returned his smile, everything else falling by the wayside. "Good, let's go?" That the statement came out more of a question than anything else was odd, but easy to brush aside. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."