"I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I'm not bad."

The wine arrives along with salads, and Neal notices the woman from earlier watching them from two tables over. Or rather, glancing their way several times before she leans over to whisper something to the man she's sitting with.

Neal ignores her. After meeting her eyes for a moment to make sure she knows she's being ignored.

"I haven't done swing dance in... quite a while."