"I wouldn't object. But only if you're offering."

Freckles. Holy shit, freckles.

Theresa wrenched her eyes away from Deanna's slightly exposed cleavage, looked towards the DJ's booth. She didn't even know if this would go into the 'Maybe' column, but she wanted to find out if it would lead somewhere. When she looked back, she made eye contact again. The corners of her mouth lifted in a slight smile.

"Are you offering?"