Miffy sidles up to Joel’s table and slips into the chair opposite him. She places her elbows on the table, laces her hands together and rests her chin on her knuckles.
“Yes,” she says.
“Okay!” Joel smiles widely.
She stares into his eyes for an uncomfortable length of time but says nothing.
Joel rubs his chin and frowns. “What did I just agree to?”
“I’ll sleep with you,” Miffy says.
“Don’t you want to at least know my name?”
“It’s right there on your nametag, Joe.”
“Joelll,” he says, stressing the “L.” “My name is Joellll.”
She runs her foot up his calf; he shifts so she can’t reach him.
“Look here, Miffy, I’m not that kind of guy.”
“Not your average Joe?”