Touch her hand

Before you can think it over too much, you lightly touch her hand that rests on the table. Her eyes don't leave the papers but her mouth turns to a helpless grin.

"What makes you think you can do that, Mr. Coader?"

Quickly! You think of something, "Lucky guess?" Nice. "And please, call me Nathan."

"...maybe it was, Nathan. But these papers aren't going to sign themselves."

"What's the rush? Are you really so eager to hide in your car and spy on me?"

Now she finally looks at you, her eyes are like the sun shining through a rainforest canopy. And her smile is an adorable combination of mischief and surrender. "That is my job isn't it."

"As far as I can tell, it isn't until I sign these papers."

She purses her lips with jovial frustration. "Well it's my job to help you sign them."