Yes, and then she tells me more.

Mandy may have enjoyed what she saw (admittedly the feeling was mutual), but I certainly did not enjoy the fact that Mandy saw it. As I see the kitchen entrance close behind our waitress, I turn to face Sara.

Her hands are not at all in contact with my body. Her face is smiling slyly, but that ends when she sees the look on my face.

"Is there a problem?!" she asks in the type of voice I'm sure women use to talk themselves out of tickets (and perhaps later the officers out of their uniforms).

"There certainly is!" I tell her in a no-nonsense tone. "I think Mandy saw what you were doing to me!"

Sara laughs briefly.

"Oh, I'm SURE she did!" she tells me, before laughing again. "POSITIVE!"

"Well, let me make you just as 'positive' I didn't like that she saw it!" I tell her.

"Really?!" Sara asks me, seeming genuinely curious. "I did! I'm not saying I like the idea of someone watching me 'handle' you like that... But if she saw my hand, she saw what I was holding."

"That's the part I don't like," I say, though part of me thinks this is stating the obvious.

"That helps put my plan in motion," Sara replies, her voice now resembling that of a Bond villain. "After our Lunch, we go back to work, of course. After that, we head back here, and see if Mandy might like to join us for Dinner."