You write it

"I would rather write it." you say with confidence. You're not sure where this confidence is coming from, other than the fact that everything that's happened today, getting Emma Watson to agree to come out on a date with you, slide off her panties, and be very naughty, has worked out in your favor.

She hands you the napkin and lipstick. You start to write. At least you attempt to. You've never tried to write anything with lipstick before. You chuckle. Might as well add this to the list of firsts for your day.

It takes a little doing but you manage to get the whole message on the napkin. And in any other instance it would be inconceivable that you've written this down to hand to someone. But nothing is normal anymore. And to be honest, it seems that everything is quite awesome. So you do not hesitate, not a single moment, while you messily scribble:

"Need to taste your twat! Meet me in ladies room ASAP" and hand the napkin back to Emma so she can hand it to the waitress herself. You hope it's acceptable for her.

Emma glances at it and gives a little smile. "I think you have gone mad." She has this little smile which, whenever you've seen it, in photos or in movies, means girl-next-door cuteness. As it turns out, it means something very different. Then she cocks her head. "The ladies room? Doubt we'll get caught in there. Too bad really."

You scoff. "You can take her right here on the table if you'd prefer."

"I suppose the ladies room will be fine. That way you can stay here and imagine..." Emma's attention turns. She's spotted the waitress walking near and she motions for her to come over. "Excuse me, can you take this for me."

"Certainly." The waitress answers, grabbing the napkin from Emma's hand, not looking at it at first, then unfolding it, clearly seeing the message, not reacting, and walking away.

Very uncertain, you think. Then again, what would you have done in that case? You'd have been too shocked to think straight. After all, weren't you when Emma came into the porn shop and flashed you the first time?

"I hope she likes girls." You say to Emma.

Emma takes a big comfortable breath in. She seems pleased. And her panties still sit on the table before her. "In my experience, most people don't turn me down, regardless of who they like."

She seems certain that she's going to head off to the ladies room and find the pretty waitress waiting there for her. So she rises. You remember that she's still not wearing panties. And you can see a drop of juicy goodness running down her inner thigh, to her knee, where no one else would think to look for it.

"I suppose it's now time for me to have some fun and you to imagine it." There's almost deliberate, playful cruelty to Emma's tone, as if she wants to get punished for it.

Though the truth does suddenly hit you. As proud as you are of this plan, it means that you just sit here with your erection and your wandering mind, and no fun to be had.

Emma slides her chair in, and steps away from the table. "Keep an eye on my handbag for me?" You nod. She smiles. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find something to keep you occupied." And she's gone.

And you wait, and wait, and wait. And you start to wonder if what you've concocted is a good idea after all.

You glance at Emma's handbag, just cause it's there, and you notice something. It's her cell phone. You know for sure. After all it wasn't long ago that you were holding it in your hand. And your mind starts to have peculiar thoughts.

She told you to keep an eye on her handbag and you'll find something to keep you occupied. Could she have been inviting you to take a look? Would it be worth it to violate her privacy like that? Then again hasn't this whole thing been about Emma's excitement at the potential revelations of her privacy?