“You weren’t busy with Matty tonight,” Via said quietly, her heart doing its best imitation of a hummingbird.

“I’m busy with you tonight.” Seb shrugged. Almost like it was no big deal. “What were you saying before?”

Via commanded her mind to start working more clearly. She was being ridiculous right now. She just needed to get herself together. Live in the moment. She could analyze everything later. “Oh, just that Greg and Rachel look like they’re hitting it off.”

“Yeah,” Seb mused, cocking his head to one side to study them. “Greg’s got way more game than the geeky hair initially implies. Like that, for instance. Solid move, Greg.”

“What move?” Via asked, confused. She must have missed something.

“See the way he stepped to the side just then? Well, he did it so that she’d turn to face him. Which she did. And now that she’s facing away from the bar, your Golden Oldie will be less likely to flirt with her. And he just boxed out that other guy. AND best of all for good old Greg, her knees are touching his leg now.”

“Wow.” Via was bemused. She looked for a second longer and then dismissed the idea, shaking her head. “I think you’re giving him too much credit. The guy just moved over a few inches. There’s no way he had that master plan cooking.”

Seb gave her a pitying look. “Via, if you’re a guy talking to a pretty woman at a bar, there’s always a master plan.”

It wasn’t lost on her that Seb was a guy, and she was a pretty woman, and they were, in fact, in a bar right now. If she were Fin, she would have immediately pointed that out, watched while Seb squirmed. But she was Via. So she kept things moving instead.

“Maybe,” she conceded. “But that move was so subtle. I really don’t think that was part of the Greg school of romance.”

“Trust me. As a man who used to do that,” he pointed toward the lovebirds, “fairly successfully, it’s the little moves that count. The big ones are far less successful.”

Sebastian leaned back just a touch in his chair, and Via shifted to hear him better. She both thrilled and despaired at the idea of Sebastian picking up women in bars. It was sexy and deflating at the same time. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that Greg wants Rachel to only pay attention to him right now. And he wants to touch her, just a little bit. Now, he could have achieved all of that by just reaching out and grabbing her chin, tilting her face toward him.”

Via wrinkled her nose, and Seb pointed at the expression she was making.

“Exactly. Most women would hate that. Not all, and maybe if Greg had done that, Rachel wouldn’t have minded. But probably, she would have smacked his hand away, slid off the barstool and come back over here. So, instead, Greg just sort of moved over an inch or two and got what he wanted in a much more respectful way. And Rachel doesn’t feel pushed around or manhandled. Win-win.”