Pitch Black

"Hey, babe," you say, putting your arm over her shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Well, um. Hmm." It really has been a while. You can't think of anything to say. Quick, make something up! "Is that a mirror in your pocket, cuz you're hot." Yep, if that won't charm her, I don't know what will.

"First off, it's pitch black in here. You can't see me. How do you know I'm not as ugly as sin?"