He moved toward her, intentionally bumping into her.
"Oh, sorry. So sorry," he said quickly, bending down to pick up the books that had fallen from her hands.
"It's okay," she replied, brushing herself off.
They both straightened at the same time, and she seemed momentarily stunned, her eyes lingering on him.
"Hi, you look..." She paused, clearly flustered.
"I look what?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good... never mind. I'm Tasha," she said, stretching out her hand for a handshake.
"Dennis," he replied, taking her hand but kissing it instead.
"Ooh, bold. I like that," Tasha said, biting her lip as she glanced at him. She suddenly hit her forehead, realizing something. "Oh no, I'm late!"
She adjusted her bag and turned to him with a playful smile. "You'll be coming to the club that's opening tonight, right?"
"What club?" he asked.
