Anne is pleasantly warm by now, a little flush to her cheeks and, as Hawke had just seen, an honesty to her words. She sits back in her seat and leans over with a pained grin.

"The idea that we broke up for a reason. There's still ..." Tension? Desire? Deep and meaningful attraction despite the wounds he'd left her? "want there. But, there's also hurt. Just a little reminder to myself that I made a decision and I'm sticking to it. You have anyone like that?"