After Ana had slipped from behind the bar, she'd focused completely on her work. They only time she spoke to him was when she had a drink order and, even then, there weren't any silly little comments or flirting.
As she was making her way off the floor, she caught a glimpse of him slipping into the break room and a part of her almost wished she could leave without gathering her things from the back. She'd told him that they needed to talk but it had taken until this exact moment to realize that she didn't have a clue as to what she was going to say to him.
She wasn't quiet when she entered the break room but she noticed that he didn't look up at her. She thought briefly that she shouldn't bother him, that maybe he didn't want to talk. That wasn't her style, though. Ana wasn't the type to run away from conflict.
Turning her back to him, she retrieved her pocket book and dug for her keys. Once they were both in her hand she turned to face him... and... something came over her. Honestly, she couldn't explain it. She really liked Elliot and she wasn't trying to jeopardize that but... well, frankly, she was damned tired of being kissed and left so confused that she hardly knew what had happened.
Her eyes flashed slightly and rather than saying anything to him, she walked directly over to him, dropped a knee on either side of his legs and lowered herself into his lap. Without saying anything at all, without giving him the opportunity to say anything, her fingers ran up the back of his neck and she pulled him into a deep kiss.
Maybe it was time for the tables to be turned on him.