He noticed. He noticed her hair, which had seemed impossible to her even as she'd been curling it. But he noticed, and suddenly, it didn't matter how she'd felt about it a few minutes before. She felt beautiful. Grinning at the compliment, she ducked her head and mumbled something - she didn't even know what - and twisted the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. Rose rarely ever blushed, but she was pretty sure she was blushing now.
Instead of letting that stop her, she reached for his hand. She'd held his hand in hers - briefly - before, but never.... never quite like this. This time, she laced her fingers in with his and pressed her palm up against his, and couldn't help the sigh that came after that. It just... felt... so... right. Like... Like it was always supposed to be like this. Like everything behind her was leading up to this, this, right here.
"This okay?" she asked, her voice all soft and hazy.