She rubbed her hands over her face while Nikolai's attentions were elsewhere, not that she noticed or cared. It didn't occur to her that he might need to process the knowledge that she was married, even if it was in name only; after all, though they flirted a little bit sometimes, neither had ever given any indication that they'd be interested in doing anything more than what they'd been doing. Sasha herself was not really looking to jump into bed with anyone, especially not someone she actually knew and liked; she couldn't argue that sometimes she was lonely and considered spending the night with a random guy, but she'd thus far been afraid of it turning into something more. She just wasn't ready for more. Maybe she never would be.
She dropped her hands and looked back at him as he spoke; she'd almost forgotten he was there. "Chicago, I hope." Sasha rubbed her eyes again; had she the ability to care, she'd have been thankful that there wasn't any makeup to smear everywhere. She shrugged. "He could be anywhere, I guess. I don't wanna talk about him anymore."
Sasha stood up--or tried to, anyway. She pushed herself out of the booth and stood--that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was staying standing.