They look happily at each other, and Joan is so close to just leaning in and kissing him that she winds up looking away at the same time, just to keep from giving in. She's a little out of breath, her heart fluttering, her cheeks flushed. Good thing the lighting is dim and people are focused on the stage.

When he offers to get drinks she smiles and nods. "That would be great." It would give both of them a moment to catch their breath, steel their resolve.