"Yes, please. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Turns out that some boy wanted to get his girlfriend to wake up so they could sneak out, and somehow our phone numbers got mixed up. I spent the whole night wondering who was sending me SMSs and asking if I had 'my tight jeans on' and if I was 'as hot about this as he was.'"

He breathed deep, finishing the process of removing coffee.

"For what it's worth I replied with 'oh baby you have no idea'. Didn't want to break them two apart." A pause. "Just-- um, walk very slowly with that latte. Thanks."