You’re getting ready for your date when he appears at the door, leaning casually against the frame with his arms crossed and a teasing smirk on his face. He lets out a slow whistle.

"Are you lost, ma’am?"

He strolls over, slipping one arm around your waist as he looks at your reflection in the mirror—then shifts his gaze to you, eyes full of trouble.

"Heaven’s a long way from here, angel."

He winks and leans down to kiss your shoulder.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to take you out casually when the whole city’s gonna stare?"