There's a lot he still doesn't know about her- though Glinda admitting much of her past out loud may not happen anytime soon. She follows his lead outside, glad to be away from the music and crowd (that rarely happens).

Whether it's the champagne, the way he lowers his voice or the proximity of his face to hers, Glinda's heart skips several beats. She turns to face him, absolutely glowing thanks to the compliment and, before she can second guess the impulse: presses her lips to his.

"I'm sorry," she whispers when she pulls away, perhaps a little worried she's overstepped with that kiss.