Laura tugged her jacket off the back of her chair as he paid, and pulled the leather garment over her arms as she stepped outside of the restaurant, drawing in a breath of the cool air. "Thank you," she said when he held the door.

"I was professionally trained to dance," sort of. It wasn't really the same kind of dancing, but what she had been taught by the Facility was certainly still applicable. "But I will overlook your mistakes."