Martha grinned again, down into her glass this time, before looking back up at Nick. At least when she blushed like mad, no one could really tell. "That's the first time it's ever really gotten me that kind of elite status. Well, maybe the second, but that was before I learned how to do it properly..."

Flirting, she decided, was an excellent way to spend time, and she wasn't certain why she'd let herself forget as much. The Tom thing, perhaps. Or The Year.