I walk into your cafe shortly before closing time. I know you will not close until you are ready, and you are surprised to see me and say you can't leave after a quick kiss. As the customers are leaving, I start to help you clean up, wipe down tables and wash up. I look at you wearing a yellow dress, which is just respectable, with wedge heels (I think they are called), and your hair is loose, flowing down your back. We a...