She avoided looking anywhere near his face, one hand going to her arm behind her back. "...fine," she sighed quietly, making a show of how incredibly put out she was, though secretly she thrilled at the thought of being near him again. As she sat down, memories flashed in her head -- their date, the time spent at the bar she no longer owned. For the briefest of moments, she had allowed herself to hope for something better than what she'd had. All because of him.

Meg slowly lifted her heavy-lidded gaze to his, scowl fading. "...did you find a new place?" she asked quietly.