She drains the glass and it's not enough, but she doesn't care because she's not leaving to go get more, not yet, because she's turning in his arms so she can kiss him, because she wants to be close to him and because-- because. Because they're not friends and she's not dating him, but she wants this, and she wants to be close and she finds herself murmuring against his lips, just this once because she's really not that girl, but she's got to ask or suggest or what she's about to do. "Reschedule?" And she's breaking the kiss because she curls against him, her lips against his neck.

Bad plan, Caroline, but she's doing it anyway. He tried to help her. He tried to help her, and she remembers last night even if it's a little bit of a blur, and she remembers all of it.