you decline, having made plans...

“I’d love to, but I’ve made plans for our evening. We should go.”

He is dressed well in a dark grey suit. Slim build, just slightly taller than me in my heels.

He stands to one side of the door, presenting me his arm as if I should hook mine around his. It seems very old fashioned, but I step out – pulling the door closed behind me.

As I move to hook his arm in mine, his arm moves around my lower back – his hand gently squeezing my side as he leans in to kiss me gently on the cheek.

“You look lovely”, he compliments - his hand slipping down from my waist to gently caress by buttock.

“My name is James by the way & I am sorry, but I don’t speak any Dutch. A little German, but no Dutch.

We have time for a drink before the show, if you would like? I know a nice little bistro…”