It's a useful skill to have, even here. You never know when you might want to let yourself into someone else's apartment.

[He might be serious, or he might be joking. It's hard to tell. He is smiling, though, so she can interpret it however she wants.

It's a short walk over to the couch, where he just sits down with her still in his arms.

There. Isn't this much better than the bar?]