Janelle spots you making your way towards her and sloshes around her half a glass of white wine, then downs the whole thing in one gulp. You say a generic and awkward sorry about her divorce, she asks about work, you chuckle at the sweater Matt has chosen to wear tonight, and then it happens. She leans in. Perfectly manicured hand comes in for the arm squeeze. "I'm really glad to see you," she says. "You look great." Her hand is still on your arm.