[He just watches her back before he smiles quietly to himself.]

No, we don't.

[And they really don't, he doesn't mind. It would be nice if there was some clarity, but... Considering the circumstances, this is probably the best that can be expected. Even better, really.

He takes another slow drag, rolling the smoke around his tongue as he also tastes her lips left behind.]

I was serious about the "date," though. And no, it doesn't have to be called that, but at least go out and have dinner or something.