"Two words," Harold said, eyes sparkling, "Love potion." He plonked himself down next to her and waved his stick around, as if painting a picture of his plan, "All you do, get a bit of his hair, stick it in and then trick some girl to drink it. She'll fall in love with him for like a week, and afterwards Wayne'll think he's hot stuff! Then he'll get himself a girl right?"
He paused and tipped his head a little, his hat staying firmly in place, "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me Sal..." And he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, closer to the corner of her mouth than he'd dared before.