I think by now you owe me dinner first, but. [She can't think of other scenarios, the aftermath of a date or the ways she really would've redeemed that IOU -- quick, fast, playful, with a handful of his hair in each hand. Instead she focuses on his lips as they are now, his face as it is. She leans closer, positioning herself as close as she can.]
I'd lean in just like this. Close. [She blows a soft stream of air down to his lips.]