Watching with a smile, Anne then bit her lip when his lips brushed the back of her hand. As soon as he'd snagged the beer and handed it to her, she took a deep breath and then a swig.
It wasn't what she was expecting. Not quite sure what she was expecting, she peered at the bottle for a moment, then took another drink, this one slower. The tip of her tongue darted out to taste the beer on her lips and she nodded, giving a little shrug and a grin.
"It's not bad."
Clinking their bottles together once more, she said, "To you. Happy Birthday, Sam, and may your year be very good you."