Sure.

*As she winds her way expertly between the empty tables to the bar, she feels a prickling between her shoulder blades and is suddenly sure he's watching her as she goes. As she gets the drink--Meliflua's Melomel, it's actually quite good--she's vaguely cognizant of a burning in her cheeks. Still, she manages to be brisk and all-business as she brings him the drink and slides it across the table with a practiced hand.*

Is that all?