I've never had someone pilfer something from a very affluent gentleman for me before. A girl could get used to this. [ She looks back at the pages, running her hand over the blank sheets for a second time, slower, drinking it in before she exhales and looks over at the other. ]

Thank you, Nate. [ She means it. ] I owe you dinner, at the very least. And this round's on me. But first--

[ She opens her arms wide, brows arched. At least she's waiting for permission to touch Nate, even if it's a just a hug. ]