You were on a blind date with Nikhil, a pilot, after taking a break from men and relationships. You were wearing a red satin dress that hugged your curves and made Nikhil eye-fuck you. The banter between you two died down when you realised that you were now alone with him. In a hotel room. Nikhil cleared his throat and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and checking on his pilot uniform, which he had air-steamed it to wear the next day.

“What do you want to do now? I'm flying to Mykonos tomorrow morning and tonight's the only night I'm free.”

Nikhil said, adjusting his cufflinks.