The derivative effects of her smile lay in his complimentary nature. There was something so very genuine about it, which was causing her guard to slip further and further down. How had he analyzed her to the point of truly seeing beneath a bit of her "make-up" as it were? His remarks were spot on and yet he didn't seem to be trying to terribly hard to be someone other than who he might naturally be when in the company of another that he enjoyed sharing a meal with. Her smile widened a little as he left the proverbial ball in her court as to when the night might end. Part of her wanted it to continue on, but the nagging of self-awareness in the comfort of his presence was something that gave her pause.
Before she could consider the question too terribly much, Scott spoke up and his words peaked her interest, Van Halen being a band she'd love to see and simply couldn't bring herself to attend a concert alone. She laughed without pretense, "Of course you know the stadium manager. Why am I not surprised?"
Sara took his offered invitation and slipped it in her purse before lifting an eyebrow and motioning for him to follow her across the busy street and to the small bridge that sat just beyond one's view. The night perfect for a walk and company as long as the conversation stayed away from her. She looked up at the night sky, the stars winking at her in various cadences as she stopped at the edge of the street and waited for the proper moment to yell, "Let's go" before crossing the street.
The sound of cars racing behind them covered up the soft swish of the water just ahead, but anticipated the promise of it's welcome. Looking over her shoulder she caught his eye, "I honestly didn't realize you could be complementary. You play quite a different role at the hospital in front of our peers. I suppose in part I do as well to be completely fair, but I certainly hope this is the real you and not who you think you should play to be in order to possibly get my help on your new project."