Don wanted to point out that often the men who seemed perfectly nice were often wolves in sheep's clothing, but he was taken somewhat by surprise that she had called him "perfectly nice". It was the first compliment he had gotten from a woman in...well, he couldn't remember how long it had been. He savored it as best he could, even if it was just coming from a kid.
"Tomorrow afternoon. Let's say one?" he took a fresh piece of paper out of his notebook (not an easy feat, considering how many rejected slogans he had scribbled in it) and wrote down her name, underlining the "Lily".
"Where are you staying, if I may ask?" he murmured, extinguishing his second cigarette. He considered pulling out another, but he was having a hard time breathing these days as it was. No sense proving those health alarmists right.