<i>Eh.... business, I'm afraid. Business that got delayed, by such a lovely rose as you.</i>He smirks back at her, watching her hand play with his sleeve, his eyes following hers through the crowd. He looks at her lips, licking his own as the lipstick seems to be still pretty much intact, not a sign on the glass.<i>Are you... Are you with someone?</i>He asks, looking at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>