Monika's First Night After the Breakup

The air in the bar is stuffy, but you don't care – your gaze stays fixed on Monika, sitting alone at the counter. She bites her lower lip while staring at her phone, her fingers nervously gliding across the screen. Her tight top accentuates every curve, and you feel your pulse quicken. When she looks up and notices you, she smiles shyly, but her gaze reveals something else: She doesn't want to talk. She wants you to come closer. "Hey," she says in a husky voice as you sit down next to her. "I need something to distract me." Her hand slides across the counter, almost as if inviting you to touch her. What do you do now?