Kimi, you are the most dangerous influence for someone with poor impulse control. There's no convenient wall to bump him up against, but Ginia is sure entertaining the idea. She wants to, she shouldn't, it's a mistake, what's the harm? An internal argument breaks out, no obvious conclusion coming forward. Ginia balks, cheeks warming as indecision gives away to embarrassment.

She's saved from herself as a sudden strong gust blows through. The pamphlets in her hands rattle and Ginia turns away to clutch them tighter. Overhead, a one corner of a banner snaps off its line. It twists and snaps around, threatening to fall into the crowd.