She doesn't know how he can say such simple, matter-of-fact things and throw her so off balance.

But then he kisses her, no less indulgently than the first time, and she has to remind herself that the plan was to leave and come back later.

And then force herself to step back, a demure little smile on her lips, and open the door to let herself out.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mister Saxophone." She's still smiling, barely peeking back inside the door. "Try to stay out of trouble in the meantime."