May I...? (He points at the zipper/button on your dress/suit, you nod slightly knowing if you protest he wouldn't listen at all. He gently zips/buttons it up for you, and his lands linger against your skin for a little too long. He looks up at you, and mutters an apology before he turns around to hide his now red face. He clears his throat, and looks back at you) Shall we enter now?
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