Carlos laughed out loud as he straightened his knit shirt and raked his fingers through his hair to restore some order. "Please do," he said, a dimple flashing in his cheek. "Her expression will be priceless, no doubt."

Victoria wasn't quite as bohemian as she wanted to be, and some of his wilder impulses drove her up a wall. He was pretty sure sex with an eighteen year old in the park would be in the Carlos WHY column for her. It was in the Carlos WHY NOT column for him, which was the only one that mattered.

"We should do this again," he said as he shrugged back into his jacket and picked Gaël's fallen phone off the grass. "Definitely worth an encore." To get into the theatrical parlance of it all.