Dresden Academy

"What kinda men you been hanging out with?" he smirked. "A hanky? That's like admitting you know what that thing you stuff in your pocket for fancy dinners is called," of course he was talking about pocket squares... like he would ever admit he knew what that was.

He flicked a little sand at her toes. "I see you've pulled out all the stops for this one, huh?" he grinned. "Too bad there hasn't been a wet t-shirt contest yet but... the day is still young."