"I know," she replied simply. Hazel eyes fell to his hand in surprise and she almost pulled it away. Instead, she slowly turned her own so their palms met and she could squeeze his in return, and her eyes rose again, meeting his. She had a sudden urge to just lean over and kiss him, but she refrained, not sure if it would be welcome...and she didn't want to deal with rejection tonight. Her other hand lifted the glass and she finished off the contents, then set it aside for the moment.
"True - we did have had a rain of blood, though that was caused by a Greek god throwing a tantrum." The memory caused the lawyer to shake her head slightly, and her attention shifted back to Wes. "Like I said, I'm from a year in your future. A lot can happen in a year, you know."
Her lips curved slowly at his agreement, and she gave a small, almost demure shrug. They both knew it was true, after all. "It is in some ways - work isn't quite so literally...cutthroat as working at Wolfram and Hart was." A joke on so many levels. She still had fond memories of causing a certain boss to "lose his head". "I'm a junior partner. I expect to be a senior in less than a year if things keep up the way they are." Perhaps even less.