She hears his answer, but the room is big. She snags them both a bottle, uses the edge of the concrete countertop as a wedge to smack each one against to pop the top off. And then she wanders back over to him, both bottles clasped by the neck in one hand. With the other, she touches his arm and caresses down to his hand, lacing her fingers through his.

"This way," she says, smiling at him. She leads him over to the couches and hands him his beer, smiling. "Well? Is it what you expected?"