In all honesty, his reciprocated laughter hadn't exactly been expected. So he was a smart dresser with a good sense of humor who might have been some reincarnated version of the big boss of Olympus, and he could laugh at himself? Oh, boy. He was trouble. Maybe. No. He wasn't trouble, he was married. And she didn't drive twenty hours from Clark County, Kansas to get involved with a married man who lived in the same apartment building as her. No. No she hadn't. Nope. She'd laugh along and pace herself and not do something she wouldn't do. Because she wouldn't. ... Nope.
Oh, she stared up at those lights, wanting them to flicker, wanting to be sitting across the table from Zeus himself, straight out of seventh grade English class mythology. But the light didn't seem to want to cooperate, and the reality of the situation seemed to hover just above them. He wasn't Zeus. He was just another gorgeous guy who wanted to be something more than he was. What did that make her? Another wide-eyed innocent wanting to be in the presence of greatness? Nah. Too depressing of a thought. Watching his face like a marble statue come to life, his frustration just starting to come to a head, Evan leaned forward, offering a consoling, "It's okay, you know, if you can't make them--"
And then, the light shuddered above them. She could have gotten whiplash, she looked up so quickly. Lips slightly ajar, the surprise melted away into slow-as-honey smile of knowing, she let her chin level out, reaching a hand across the table to touch his own. "If you are Zeus... you've got all the time in the world."