She wasn’t even clear on how it had happened. They’d been sitting side by side at the corner booth, enjoying their drinks and talking, and then somehow she’d felt a swell of affection and appreciation for the man and - she would swear it  had  to have been the alcohol - suddenly she turned to face him, her face glowing with mirth (had he said something funny? Almost certainly; the bastard) and before she realised what she was doing, she had slid into his lap and was straddling him, kissing him deeply.