Ask about his tattoo

Oliver didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that he was hardly dressed, and neither was Kate.

Kate's curiosity piqued as she pointed to the Chinese tattoo gracing Oliver's chest. A delicate half-smile danced on his lips as he regarded it for a fleeting moment before responding. "It means 'Hope.' Got it when I was 18."

Her eyes lingered on the elegant script, and she couldn't help but admire it. "It looks cool!" Kate remarked, genuine admiration in her voice.

Oliver's gaze remained steady, perhaps a touch more intense than Kate had anticipated. The scrutiny of a half-naked man, no matter how attractive, made her a tad uneasy. But Oliver wasn't done yet. He leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Do you have any tattoos?"

Kate shook her head, a wistful sigh escaping her lips. "Oh no, I've always wanted to get one though." She set down her empty tea cup, her mind shifting back to the task at hand. "Now, are you going to stand there all day, or are we leaving already?"

A hint of amusement tugged at Oliver's lips as he threw on a shirt. "Oh, yeah, sorry," he conceded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Right away, ma'am." The transformation from semi-naked allure to casual readiness was swift, but the momentary intimacy between them still hung in the air like an unspoken secret.