Roman's breath is warm against my ear.

I have no idea what he's going to ask me, but I nod. "Okay."

His phone buzzes on the table, but he seems to ignore it.

"What color is my shirt?" he asks.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but certainly something that was a little more relevant to our situation at hand.

"Blue," I say after thinking for a moment. "Grayish-blue."

"Very good. And my pants?"

"Dark ...