"Yeah, let's give it a go," he said, settling his drink (which was not colorful or fruity) on a nearby table so he could have a free hand with which to reach for hers (because, yes, he was going to hold her hand).

"This better not turn me into some scarf wearing metrosexual, Caroline. I'll be very upset if it does. My entire wardrobe would have to go and then what would I wear? The sheets in the hotel room? A good metrosexual wouldn't be caught dead in those."