"Oh-h-h-h," Daisy breathed, titillated, and she nodded at Ileana's command. She dialed the number and ordered enough food to leave her with leftovers for the next day, and after hanging up, tossed the menu on to the coffee table.
"Well, it'd only be bad if you were his student," Daisy continued, as if there had been no pause in their conversation. "I wonder if Cosmo has any advice..." She dove in to the pile of magazines stacked by the couch, thumbing wildly. "What His Shower Style Reveals; Signs Your Boss is Hitting on You..." Murmuring the titles aloud, she tossed magazine after magazine aside, letting the drop on to the couch or floor without a thought. It was quickly clear, however, that her magazines wouldn't help.
Dismayed, Daisy wilted a little. "I was hoping there would be advice on dating older men," she explained. "Sorry. I can't be helpful since I've only had one boyfriend and while he was older than me, it was only by a few years."