By the time she reached him he had decided to go with number 4, to be proactive in the moment and ask her out again. Hell, why not? She did have that butt and he didn’t have to look at her breasts if he didn’t want to and she had been pretty flirty and eager and fun to have around that day. So, then, why not indeed? They could probably still catch an afternoon film over at the Sunset Five or at one of those new places with the multiple screens and stores and crap all around—there was a new Iranian film out that he thought sounded kind of good—and then maybe order in some food later. Go for a swim-slash-jacuzzi. See what happens. Of course he knew what would happen, the same as before, only a little less spontaneous and a little less thrilling. But that’s all right, he thought, that’s not terrible for a Tuesday. In fact, this could end up being a terrific little Tuesday, much better than he’d imagined when he was parking his car and walking up those first switchbacks to the trail he was now on.