He tries

"Um, I guess." James mutters, trying and failing to not stare at Amy's panties, before turning to walk over to the table. Knowing he'll never get them unstuck again you keep your attention on Amy.

Slowly she pulls herself into a standing position, keeping the counter between her legs and the food court and you snap your fingers. As she brushes against the counter you snag the top button of her blouse, popping it away to the floor and leaving her shirt to gape open a little at the top.