Dave comes over

"Any chance of another coffee love?"

Kirsty spins at the sound of the voice behind her, her face flushing red as she realises how much cleavage she is showing off to the security guard.

"Um... what?" she slowly stammers.

The guard either doesn't notice her predicament or is playing it very cool. "We'd like a refill," he says again.

"Right..." Kirsty mutters, taking the cup from Dave's hand and turning back towards the coffee machine, trying to ignore her situation.