He smelt like sweat and I was quite sure I smelt like an ashtray. Not that I cared.
"Well, I should go and get money to pay for that shopping bag right now," he spoke with that calm bass voice.
"And I should be leaving too," I replied.
He stood up first.
"Cliff, by the way." He held out his hand, flashing his natural smile.
"Faye." I extended mine, which he took in a firm grip and pulled me up.