She holds his gaze for a moment, a smile forming on her lips. Is that a flush of heat in her cheeks too? Perhaps.

She turns back to the basket, digging out the cork puller. It only takes a few moments of wrestling with the wine bottle before he hears a soft pop as the cork gives way. Holding both glasses in one hand and the opened bottle in the other, she returns to his side, settling down beside him with a quiet oomph.