[ He's too cute for his own good. Alas, this probably wasn't going to go very far - she was turning into a criminal, plus the whole mortal/otherwise thing might be a turn-off. Still, a girl can dream.

A quick glance at the clock - yes, she was running late - so she leaned toward him, on hand on her door, the other on her hip. ]

And I'll be looking for your face in the crowd... or wherever else it turns up. I have a funny feeling we could make beautiful music together.