"I've certainly met my share of whackjobs before," she replied lightly, her smile turning purely feminine at the compliment. She knew she looked good, of course, but it always felt good hearing it from someone else. And that smile of his didn't hurt, either.
"Thanks," she responded, drawing her hand back to her side of the table. "You look pretty good yourself." Which, really, was an understatement. The guy was sex on legs, as far as she was concerned. Then again, that was the side of him she knew the best. The only side of him she was supposed to know, in fact.
Clearly, however, he had other ideas.
"So, have you ever had Japanese food before?" she questioned, deciding a nice, neutral subject was in order. It was easier that way. Less chance of a real connection.