"That's right," Roger didn't question how she knew. He was being written and photographed about a lot. He grinned. "Between us, I'm sure we could work out a lot," he was flirting now, which for Roger was as natural as breathing and if she reacted badly then he'd back off.
"Excellent shot! I'll have to up my game now..." Roger aimed, concentrating and then let fly. The dart hit just inside the third ring, only an inch away from hers. "Now it's getting close."