Now that was a surprise.
If Mhairi had been facing him, she'd have seen it flicker in his eyes -- that she knew Sasha. A finger trailed down her back as she left, trailing a question in her wake. Maybe she was a student?
Asa turned the question over as he leaned back against the bar. He watched the russet mane wend it's way through the crowd to the glowing angel over the rim of his glass. An interesting intersection that didn't have cheek kisses or squeals of delight or other hints of intimacy.
It was an unknown wrinkle to the play, and entirely delicious.