"Well first.."

Hank took a moment to take Rashida in before beginning. "Well first off you're near-sighted. You've worn your glasses this whole time save for right now. That tells me the main thing you want to focus on, despite the public scenery, is me and the food we're about to have."

She smiled, nodding once. "You got one, Hank. What else?"

"Well, I noticed the first time we shook hands back at the party, that you have a callus on the middle of your right index finger. A spot I remember all too well from my schooldays when you had to hold a pencil for long periods. Yours on the other hand is fairly new, which leads me to think that despite modern technology such as typing on a computer, you prefer to do a lot of your writing the old fashioned way." Hank surmised.

"Damn! You are good at this!" Rashida said, enjoying the experience. "What else?"

"You're a woman that knows full well how lovely she is, but you don't let it make you conceited," Hank began. "Your dress shows both the curves and muscular definition that you've worked hard to maintain, but it's also classy, allowing you to be proud but not showing off."

Rashida allowed her foot to skim a little higher up his leg, though nowhere close to dangerous territory yet.

"You're very tactile. You like being close to people." Rashida nodded at the observation. "I've seen this not just today, but at the party as well. A hand looped in Jordan's arm, cutely playing with his fingers when you hold hands." That observation got a chuckle out of her. "And it's not possessive, it's affection. You do it your friends as well. You give affectionate, deep hugs. Veevee says you're the best hugger."

Rashida nodded fondly. "You're a very perceptive man, Hank. There's a bit more to the touching than just liking to touch people though. When I was younger, this," she said, indicating her eyes, "was much worse. In fact, there were concerns I'd go blind."

That surprised him. "I had no idea."

"I've only told Jordan, Felix, and Veevee, well, and now you. I asked Veevee not to say anything to anybody when i told her. It's something I prefer to mention myself if I feel I can tell someone I trust."

"I'm flattered you think of me that way," Hank assured, sitting forward, putting a hand on hers.

She gave him an endearing look. "During that time, I was scared I was going to lose my sight. So, as a coping mechanism, I started to touch people around me. My Mom, my Dad, my friends. It was like a security blanket to let me know someone I cared about was around me. After I got surgery, it became more, as you said, about showing affection to those I'm close to."

"Rashida, you are a beautiful and fascinating woman..with a great ass."

The comment had the desired effect, causing Rashida to burst into laughter.