Anna flashed a mischievous grin. “I’m daring to do something different.”
“Different’s good.” Levi laughed. “Anyway, a buddy of mine is performing at a comedy club and got me tickets. Wanted to see if you were interested in coming with me.”
“What time?”
“It starts at ten-thirty. I get off at seven, and we could do dinner first.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Cool.” He grinned. “I’ll pick you up at—” He looked at his watch. “How about eight?”
Anna nodded. She wrote down her address and apartment number on a napkin.
He raised his eyebrows. “Nice place.”
“It’s near the studio.”
Levi leaned his hip against the bar. “Ya know, I’ve actually never found out what you do.”
“I never told you?”
He shook his head. “Studio would imply some sort of artist...” He stroked his chin mockingly and laughed. “Singer?”
Anna grinned and shook her head.
“Painter?”
She shook her head again, giggling.
He peered at her over the bar. “Dancer.”
She nodded. “Ah, but what kind?”
He grinned. “Exotic?” His eyes filled with hope.
Anna laughed again. “Sorry, no.”
“Damn.” He laughed. “Okay. What kind of dancer are you?”
“Ballet.”
His eyes widened. “Wait. Is your last name Engel?”
“You didn’t know?”
He rolled his eyes. “This is the longest conversation we’ve had.”
“True. Yes, that’s my last name.”
“I read about you in the paper. You’re really good.”
Anna looked away, biting her lip. “Thanks.”
“Well, see, now I have to take you out. I have a thing for dancers.” He grinned.
She grinned. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. Eight?”
He nodded.