At the mention of Elias, Cat kept a pleasant smile on her face and attempted to keep the blush from her cheeks. She hadn't heard much from him since he'd checked in on her the night she'd had that migraine and had slept on her couch to make sure she was all right. That particular situation was one that frustrated her in the sense that it made her feel out of her depth. It should have been easy enough to manage, but it was consistently complicated by conflicting feelings that made little sense. And then there were the dreams...
But she did manage to push that aside, and Cat's eyes widened and lit up with amusement as she put the pieces together and realized what night Rylee was likely referring to. An mirthful little smile curved her lips as she took another sip of the Riesling, then swished it delicately in the glass.
"This Samuel sounds like an interesting fellow. I don't suppose this night out was perhaps the night before I ran into you in the laundry room, is it, Charlie?" She hid her ever-growing grin behind her wineglass as she took another sip.