She had a new hairdo - this year a faint blue was in style. Already the first curls were coming undone from her lush up-do. He smiled when he remembered how they had all come undone this morning, a blue halo on his pillow, soft and sweet against his cheek.
He stepped closer to her, just so she could feel his breath on her neck. He hadn't been interested in the meeting in the beginning, but when she had arrived, a little late, a flush on her cheeks, he had even lost that last bit of focus.
The sweet smell of lilac hit him when he bowed to whisper in her ear: "Long night, sweetheart?"