Grab a coffee with Liz

"Actually," you tell her, "I was at a bit of a loose end, and was going out to clear my head a bit. Are you here to visit Amy?" you ask.

Liz nods. "Yeah, there was something I wanted to talk to her about. But I'm actually here pretty early," she says. Her voice is full of anticipation.

"Tell you what, would you like to go for a coffee?" you ask her.

A complex series of expressions sweeps across Liz' face in half a second, settling on enthusiasm. "That sounds great! Let's go to Kava," she says, mentioning a coffee shop just across the street from you apartment block.

"Sounds good to me," you say, as you both turn for the front door of the apartment.

Liz seems friendly but nervous as you walk to the shop. Her hand has gone back to fiddling with the zipper on her hoodie, which she is pulling up and down slightly. As you approach the cross-walk she has it pulled down enough to see some cleavage. You suspect that she isn't wearing a shirt underneath.

"It's a bit of a warm day," you say to Liz. "You're looking a bit hot in that hoodie."

Liz blushes some more. "Oh, it's actually --- you know, it is a bit warm," she says, unzipping it a bit more. Her hoodie is open enough to show some plunging cleavage, revealing that she also isn't wearing a bra. She actually pushes her chest forward a bit. "That does feel better," she says. "It's good to get a bit of a breeze in."

She smiles at you impishly, swaying her chest back and forward a bit. You begin to feel yourself react a bit below, when the crosswalk signal activates. You cross the street to go to Kava's. As you enter the door, you feel Liz' hand experimentally pat your butt.