She doesn't know why she's so nervous--or rather, she knows, but thinks it a bit silly. This is what the evening had essentially been driving at, what she herself had been steering it towards ever since she and Mark caught one another's eyes on the dance floor. It's just another step forward, a move past the edges; something daring that would surprise the boring old Rosie she'd been at home.

They settle somewhere off to the side, between the bar and the dance floor where it's a bit quieter and easier to talk without shouting. Before she can say anything, Mark kisses her again, slow and lingering in a way that makes her feel a different sort of nervous entirely. "I've had a wonderful time," she says, once--all too soon--it's over, though they're still left standing rather close. "Not that I want it to end, necessarily, I was just wondering if...if you'd want to exchange numbers, in case you wanted to do this again sometime?"

It's a terrible babble of words, and in the brief moment of silence that follows, Rosie wonders if she hadn't made a mistake somewhere in the rush of them. But then he says "Yeah," smiling pleased and confident at her as he takes out his phone. "I was going to go out and have a smoke," Mark says, once they've traded numbers. "You wanna come with?"

It feels like a pretense. After all their flirting and everything else, Rosie's almost nearly certain it is. She casts a look back at Neil, distracted and talking with Benji. She's not sure if he notices it at all. She almost wishes he won't notice. They'd left each other's orbits already tonight, with delightful consequences for them both; it's that recollection that helps make her decision for her, even as it also puts a knot of uncertainty in her stomach.

"Oh, alright then," she says. He nods, and turns, and Rosie starts to follow him through the crowd.