The triple eyelash bat earned him the narrowing of her own eyes, but she couldn't have offered him anything other than her good nature at this point. So the bet was on! She figured even if he could remember the make-believe order she wouldn't know it from his Americano. Still, the mood was light, the company was good, and she couldn't quite wipe that grin from her face.
One toe tapped the vinyl booth as she watched him take to the counter with a swagger that you could only be born with, never taught. The glance he sent back her way earned her best impression of him, an eyebrow shooting up towards her hairline. Once he'd sauntered back her way, Evan leaned forward, the barest hint of smarm in her voice. "You look pretty pleased with yourself... But the proof is in the pudding, Dorothy." wink.
... She'd just winked. What the hell? If only she'd kept that to herself. Because the moment her two cup special order arrived she lost pretty much any sure footing she'd deluded herself into thinking she had. Sugardaddy. In friggin' sprinkles? Okay. Okay, he was... Wow. This was a whole new league for her. Grinning ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, Evan brought a very steady gaze from the sprinkles to his electric blues. "You're good." Too good. That moment hung as thick as smoke between them, before she cleared her throat to clear her mind. "I suppose I owe you coffee now?" a bet's a bet.