Still, Dave takes it in stride and gives her a little smile, his hands running up along the back of her leg to her calf. He can't help but admire her, her easy grace and undeniable beauty. He imagined briefly what she might look like on his arm instead of-

Oh.

so uh
have you seen rose
our iteration i mean

It's an easy enough question except for the implications. Had she seen his sister? Even if she had, would it really matter?

Maybe.