Sofia arrived at Paolo’s flat at 9pm on the dot. She stood in the doorway for a moment longer than might be expected so that Paolo could feast his eyes on her. She was dressed in a striking electric blue suit, visible under a pale mackintosh, which was unbuttoned. Over her shoulder she carried a large bag. She had a pale beret to match the mackintosh, contrasting with her short dark brown hair. The beret was at a cheeky, rakish angle. She looked ravishing.
Sofia leaned forward to kiss Paolo gently on his right cheek while gently stroking his left.