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to me. I kissed both her cheeks and bid her goodnight, thanking her for a lovely evening at the restaurant. She smiled and without another word climbed the steps into her cabin. I felt a little disappointed as I would have liked to have had a chance to talk further, or just have a coffee. I was very confused, as I had no experience on how to treat a lady. I’d have to ask Johanna for advice, as she seemed more approachable.