You really want to get your phone first.

The night is going amazingly, but your anal retentiveness gnaws at you about the phone. You know this is hardly the smart move with regards to a date, but your brain, as it usually does, wins out and you ask Kyle, “Do you mind if we run by my apartment and pick up my phone first?”

“Sure.” She smiles. “I forgot about that, no problem.”

“Thank you.” You're relieved she doesn't seem the least bit offended.

An impish grin then runs across the face of the shapely Gothamite, “This isn't part of some grand scheme to lure me back to your apartment for more nefarious reasons, is it?”

“Oh no!” You let go of your date and raise your hands in an apologetic manner not wanting her to think you're a cad. “I really have lost my phone, as a doctor . . .”

“It's okay, doc.” Kyle retakes your arm. “I'm just playing with you.”

Walking back to your car you then drive to your apartment. The conversation, as it has been all night, is fun, thought provoking and endearing. The ease at which you can talk to your date about any manner of subjects, with numerous little playful quips and rejoinders thrown in, is attractive beyond measure.

Arriving at your apartment you offer to have her wait in the car as you run up to get your cell. Kyle, declines, and asks if she can join you, being very curious about whether she was right. Agreeing, the two of you go to your apartment.

As you approach your apartment door you ask, “Are you still sure I left it here?”

“Yes.” Kyle gives you knowing look with her alluring emerald eyes. “But curiosity is killing the cat.”

“Hey.” You half-heartily protest as your date playfully snatches your door card out of your hand with incredible ease.

Opening the door, Kyle is the first to enter. She doesn't bother turning on the lights but heads directly to the tiny, but tall, table you keep in your hallway.

“See, its right here!” She exclaimed, clearly pleased that she was right.

Turning on the lights all you see is the backside of your date standing in front of the table. Her curvy rear end and long legs immediately draw your attention.

Turning around she holds up your phone. “I told you.” She grins in triumphant.

Walking forward, as you go to take your cell, Kyle draws it back to her shoulder away from your hand.

“Don't I get a reward for finding it?” She tilts her head in a most suggestive way.