Ernest had glanced up as he heard footsteps coming at him at a quickening pace, and could scarcely believe his luck when it just so happened to be a scantily glad blonde. Was this really happening? She was talking to him.
His expression changed from utterly gobsmacked, to wide grin, to utterly confused in the space of her first two sentences. She knew his name. How had he forgotten her? And then came the little kiss, and he even felt his cheeks flush slightly with the surprise of it all.
"I was still asleep?" he frowned, all of a fluster. No. No. He wouldn't have forgotten that, would he? What the hell?