She smiled softly as she felt him move her hand up to his cheek, and gently stroked her thumb against his cheek as she gazed back at him, almost trapped by his attention. In fact she was about to lean forward -- save for one small detail.

... Okay one big detail.

Sharon was stepping out of the kitchen with a beaming smile, in all likelihood having seen everything. Well. Alisa certainly hadn't noticed her /setting/ the table~