The months of conversation could not have prepared him for today. She sat there in front of him. Currently absorbed in her phone, making plans with her friends. He sat there meekly waiting for her to finish but unsure if he wanted her to.
She looked at him with raised eyebrow. Different parts of his body reacted differently to just that one glance. He wondered what would happen next. She got off the phone.
"Want a cigarette?" she asked.
"I hate the smoke," he replied.
"Mind if I?"
"Well I rather that you don't."
"Say what you want, clearly, henceforth. I rarely take hints."
"Ok. Your place or mine?" he answered shedding that naivety she knew was just a charade.