My first kiss.

At the marina, Augustine emerged from her car hesitantly. John approached her and stood facing her for a moment with a slight frown on his face, and then, with a nearly imperceptible movement of his hand, he unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
"Really," he said as he turned and walked up the dock, "That's entirely inappropriate."
Augustine flushed and angrily charged after him with her fists at her side, but as she was about to lay into him, he turned, caught her by her shoulders, and covered her mouth with his. For a moment, she seemed to loosen and sink, and then she abruptly recovered herself and pushed him away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she fumed, wiping her mouth.
He smiled and climbed aboard a boat with Rosinante IV painted across the hull, "Relax."
"Relax? Are you crazy? Do you really believe that I'm going to set a foot of mine on that boat with you when you've just mauled me in the wide open?"
"Do or don't, but understand this: it's nothing personal. It's strictly business. Dutch wants you to be able to break someone's heart by the end of two weeks. The state you're in now, you couldn't break your mother's heart. You need to relax."