Ludo clinked his glass against Marly's - if plastic can truly be said to clink - and returned her bright smile with a matching one of his own. The drink was delicious, the girl was more than pretty, the scent of the heather was intoxicating - and the lake was alluring. What more could a guy possibly ask for?
"Tell me more about Marly," he said, "I want to hear it all, what you like, what you don't like, what you like to do...." Not that he was writing her biography, mind you, but he wanted to know what made Marly McKinnon tick.