One of them really needs to step away. Her glance drifts downwards once more before she tugs it back up.

If this were the future, if he were some guy she was making an effort to see, if she felt this kind of pull towards him, she'd make some excuse and step closer.

But she's reasonably sure it's frowned upon in the here and now to kiss a man who's practically a stranger. No matter how attractive he might be. "My ankle's all right," she murmurs. "If you want to keep walking."