He was both impressed and intrigued. "I would not have guessed that you liked them so much." He leaned closer again as if he could look beyond the cutesy, sunshine girl she presented. "Or that you liked punk music."

He leaned even closer, uncomfortably so. "I have good detergent at home," he offered. It might have something to do with the clove cigarettes he'd been smoking all night too. They left a heavy, purple scent on his clothes and in his hair. "Perhaps you would like to get closer and sniff again?"