"Scott," she begins, and gnaws on her lip. She suddenly has no idea of what she wants to say. After a second, she tries again.

"Scott," she starts again, "Do you remember that day you kissed me? You were trying to ask me something." She doesn't remember the question, but suddenly the kiss is recollected in sharp detail and she totally wants to do it again.

It helps that the heels give her height. The better to lean forward, and turn her face up to his. TAKE THE HINT, SCOTT.