Hearing his quickened footsteps, she speeds up enough to have made him work to catch up without moving faster than a jog. Pretty nimble for a wide-hipped woman in heels.

The night has a heat that coulf never rival California on its weakest day. Speaking of weak, he's yanked along by the momentum of her 'walk' until she remembers to cool it with feats of strength. Paloma stops as abruptly as she left, a bored valet eyeing the altercation.

She looks at his hand. "Take that off of me."