Maeve's mouth twists and she chews on her thumbnail, then takes another drag from her cigarette before finally shifting slightly, enough that she can look at Steve from the corner of her eye. She'd like him to be, too, even if for such a long time she'd thought she didn't want a boyfriend.

There's still a risk and she knows it. The choice is hers. He's left it right there for her to answer one way or the other.

"Yeah," she says after a moment, her mouth still twisted into a funny little smile. "I guess you are."