Yes, but call first.

“Let's see what I can do.” Trying to sound more confident you grab your cell. This might not be the smartest thing you have ever done but at least you can minimize the risk.

After a brief conversation you put your phone away and look back at your date, “It's all good. I talked with the Director, Julie Dent, and she said we can come by anytime between six and seven-thirty. They need sometime to secure certain pieces and one of the security guards is willing to work overtime to go along with us; nothing personal, just policy.”

“Julie Dent.” Kyle replies in a monotone voice, “The older sister of the Gotham City District Attorney, Harvey Dent?”

“You know the Dent's?” You ask, a bit surprised your date isn't more happy.

“I've had a few run ins with Harvey, professionally. He's very by-the-book.” She answers flatly but then that pleasant smile returns. “Forgive me for being so rude, thank you for special tour, it's most kind. We, however, have a few hours to kill, any ideas?”

“That's hard, I don't know what you like to do.” You answer honestly.

“Well how about we try this.” Kyle stands and walks over behind your chair. “It's your birthday so you should decide, but let me help.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks.

After you comply you feel her palms gently cover your eyes. You sense her draw near, first by the scent of her subtle but wildly arousing perfume, then by the soft brushing of her hair against the back of your neck.

With a gently near whisper, you hear, “Tell me what you see?”

“I'm not sure that's appropriate on the first date.” You joke, not wanting to say out loud the mental images that are now running through your mind.

“Be good.” She laughs, her hands playfully pressing against face in a pretend shaking manner. “Tell me the first thing you see when I say . . .” you now feel her faint breath against your cheek as her lips draw close, “What makes you happy?”