The sundress he bought her is a halter, floral thing, light and breezy with a very deep back, which means the guiding hand he places on her spine to help her cross the street is spread directly on her skin. It's too warm to shiver, but she wants to. Instead, she plucks Cougar's hat off her head and drops it back on his, adjusting the brim with a conspiratorial smile.

"Let's sit outside," she gushes, when they get to the bar and one of the waiters starts to try and get them to sit down. It'll let her keep her glasses on, and Cougar can hide under his hat like he likes.