<em>Lottie with Cliff, well how about that!</em><br/><br/>She chuckled as a mental image of Cliff, face down and sprawled out on the ground, hovered in her mind. What a cutie... And he was. He was actually sort of hot in his cute, boyish way. And then he proved to have ore guts than many guys she met. Asking her out, huh?<br/>A smile stretched her full lips and she tilted her head, watched him for a second and then nodded.<br/><strong>"Sure. But you should know, I'm a rather demanding date." </strong>Her smile turned quite cheeky as she let her gaze move over the little part of him she could see right now. Of course, her idea of being demanding most likely meant she'd help him by blowing all that stress out of his body... She didn't say it, but just licked her lips a little.<br/><strong>"Here,"</strong>she said and scribbled her address on a little note from her breast pocket.<strong>"If you come by early we can have a drink before we go."</strong>She slipped the note across the table to him and looked him in the eyes. It shouldn't be difficult to tell where her mind was.