There's another apology queued up on Bob's lips but it never makes it free, swallowed up instead by a kiss he hadn't expected. He's not prone to swooning, exactly, but hard not to at such a charming fucking move.

He's smiling broadly from between those two hands as the kiss breaks.

"Tosser," he says, fond rather than accusatory. Eyes dipping to the stranger's lips briefly before back up to his eyes again.

"Do I get a name, too? Call it a bonus prize. I'll go first: I'm Bob."