What are the chances you let me sit on your face after our first date

She already knows the answer before she finishes asking. One eyebrow lifted, lips curved into something between a dare and a promise, she's watching your face for the exact moment hesitation dissolves.

The question hangs in the air like heat before a storm. She shifts her weight, chin tilted down, eyes tracking yours with the patience of someone who has never once been told no.

By the end of dinner you'll have forgotten what you ordered. You'll remember the way she looked at you across the table — like dessert was already decided.