If anything could startle Penelope anymore, it wouldn't be a half-soaked good looking guy wandering out of the river. Not in this city. What's somewhat surprising is that he's staring at her like she's done something more remarkable than walk by holding a coffee and a donut. Maybe she has and she just doesn't remember? The thought stops her in her tracks.

"Oh god," she says, around half a mouthful of donut. "Did I sleep with you?" There's about a fifty/fifty chance of it having happened, it's worth it to ask.