““What are you doing?” she asked, laughing. “I’m looking for those Certs you mentioned.” “Are you trying to tell me something?” she wondered wryly as she reached in her left jacket pocket and found the half-used roll of mints. She placed them in his hand. “No. You smell great,” he said. “I was just going to give you dessert.” “After cooking me that gourmet meal, I get dessert as well?” “This is a classy joint.” She heard him rustling in the darkness and the sound of tearing paper.””
