She was sitting in the café, treating herself to a large pot of chocolate mousse.
He was sitting several tables away. She couldn’t help feeling that he was occasionally watching her. He was certainly nice looking and his dress sense had him pinned as some sort of professional. She was doing her best not to blush. After a while, summoning up her nerve, she took a deep breath and looked straight at him with a smile on her face. She was rewarded with a grin and a slight nod of his head. At this point he began searching through his pockets and came up with a small notepad. He took out his pen and wrote something on one of the pages. He ripped it out and carefully folded it in half. He got up slowly, holding the paper.
Her heart was now beating wildly. Was he coming over? Yes, he was!
He approached smiling. As he passed, he slowly slid the note across the table towards her, before making his way to the escalator. Was this his name, or his phone number? She watched him leave, with her pulse still pounding in her ears. She waited until he was completely out of sight before opening it.
It said that she had a large blob of mousse sliding down the lapel of her blouse.