The whole situation was crazy, and perhaps a sensible person would have just walked away from the crazy half-naked woman in the street, but Ernest was not sensible at all. And the curiosity was killin him. And okay, the woman was hotter than hell and he didn't really want to let her run off again.
"All right, rewind it back to coffee. That's certainly more traditional," he agreed, giving her a winning smile. He took hold of the stick again, and made a mental promise to himself that he wouldn't show a damn bit of pain or weakness to her. "What is your name, then?"