"Yeah, I might have to go through a whole vintage phase when we get back to the present," Annie replied, peeling off her sweater and tossing it off.

It hit that frosted-glass window, which was...maybe not the best for the discretion factor? Annie winced -- oh well -- before leaning back in to kiss Diego, one of her hands already moving to slide along his arm as her other reached back to unclasp her paradox-inducing bra.