He opened the bottle to let it breathe, but set it by the glasses. The smell of lavender was pungent and overwhelming and calming. He let it wash over him and sooth his nerves, trying to figure out how to speak with her about what he wished, what he wanted to know.

"I quite enjoyed our night together," he said, bold and up front about it, and then, equally so, "I was curious if it was a single offer or something we might do again, on occasion, if we both found it enjoyable."