You smelled good.

"You smell good." Vi blurts, barely even thinking about it. Can you blame a girl, in the day leading up to the full moon at its peak? All of her senses are heightened considerably, and you've drawn most of them. She can hear each pump of your heart, see each miniscule flutter of your eyelashes, quite literally taste the air you breathe out - all that she's free of is touching you, and oh, how it aches not to be touching you.

So... not awkward, right? You'd been bumping into each other all over Brooklyn for the last few weeks, but where she's usually so smooth and sultry, today she's pathetically transparent. 4 in the afternoon is, however, a (precarious, but) fantastic time to be in love with you today, because she's within her right to take you out for early dinner before she lets all hell break loose.

"Are you... doing anything right now?" she tries desperately not to sound like she's begging. She is.

This is profoundly stupid, actually. Imagine, she loses control and hurts you after the first date. That's a story for the grandkids. Too bad for her, something about you has made it physically impossible for her to back out. She needs more.