"Demanding your attention today was a good choice." There is a hint of pride in her voice, as if she succeeded in something she had dwelled on for quite some time, and even she might have to admit – if only to herself – that this was the case. That she had wanted his attention, and had not received it in the way she normally might, which had only made her want it more.

And now that she has it, she is unwilling to let it go.

The coffee-concoction she has chosen is sweet on her tongue, though she supposed it would be sweeter if he kissed her in some darkened corner. That she must wait at least until after their date to show him to her bedroom seems almost torturous. "Truth be told, I spent a good few months wondering if you had a partner of sorts."