The music seems to pull back, and the table goes quiet.
Mia looks at the card.
Elias's foot, beneath the table, has extended until it's resting against hers—steady, unhurried, warm even through two layers of fabric. She is very aware of it.
"Yesterday's game," she says quietly.
"Mia," Lisa protests.
"The card asked when my heart rate last spiked," Mia says, with the calm of someone who has identified a technicality and intends to use it. "Watching a close game qualifies. I answered the question."
"That's—" Lisa casts around for the expression— "that's completely—"
"Sophistry?" Mia offers.
"Yes! That! You're laughing at me!"
"I answered correctly," Mia says, and she is smiling, and she is not looking at Elias, and his foot hasn't moved.
Across the table, Elias watches her expressi
