Mac smiled, bringing her over to the table again. He looked at her hand and can't help but smile from ear to ear. "It look great on ya..."
He brush his thumb over the back of her hand. This is the part of the Gala that he doesn't want her at. Some of the other farmers he knows, tend to go drinking a lot, and get a bit rowdy around him.
"Hey, reckon ya wanna ditch this place and go home... Maybe, ya know, celebrate?" Made sure the table cloth was arranged as such that her could slip his hand under and run two fingers up.