If we have sex on the first date, will you meet me again?

You notice the Asian beauty across the table before the appetizers even arrive, and something about the way those eyes hold yours makes the question feel inevitable.

You feel the heat of that look travel somewhere specific, and you already know the answer before anyone asks it out loud.

You lean forward, close enough to catch a trace of something warm on the skin, and the only thought left in your head is that yes, you will absolutely be calling tomorrow morning.