Sara was more than surprised to hear some of Kelly's story, parts of it so very heartfelt and other parts of the picture showing him to be the jackass she believed him to be. Who would take money to leave the one they loved? Sure this story on being a martyr to her being with her family was a bit tainted, but Sara simply listened and decide to forgo judgement. She had left out most of the things that she would when talking to someone casually about her own life, so she dropped her stones and picked up the fork in front of her, a large bit of the cheesecake and a groan later she was smiling, picking at her edge of the dessert again.

"I haven't had a dessert in so long I honestly don't remember what it was or when I had it." She took another bite and sat back, her shoulders relaxing and her eyes closing as she simply let the beauty of the flavors rush across her taste buds and offer her a reprieve she needed badly. The side of her lovely mouth raised in a smirk and she refocused her gaze on him before speaking again, licking at her fork a few times to clean it off first. "I'd weigh a million pounds if you and I hung out to often, Dr. Scott."

The waitress dropped off the bill and Sara grabbed it up first, offering up her card and giving Kelly a look of determination while the waitress stood there awkwardly. She glared across the table and moved the dessert to the side, placing her elbow on the white stone and bending her arm, a tinkle in her eye as she gave into the most advantageous way of setting a dispute.

"Arm wrestle me for it." She smiled at the look on his face, knowing that he would go a little easy on her because she looked small and unable to really defeat someone in a challenge of this nature, but she had several trophies from her childhood and had studied the tendons and pressure points in the arm enough to know exactly what to do to not only win the advantage of paying the bill, but putting the macho man across from her in his place. 

She licked her teeth to clean them and wagged her eyebrows at him. "Scared, Dr. Scott?"