[She smells him first, that mossy green plant smell, and turns just as he puts his hands on her, as he latches. She looks at the woman for exactly two seconds before-]

Your shoes are out of fashion, you have lipstick on your teeth, and you look like you haven't washed your hair in a week. He is out of your league.

[Probably not what Adam had in mind, but then Saya is carefully taking Adam's hand, as if they're dating, and turning carefully.]

Lunch?