Raffaello

Coastal night, wine, laughter with friends. After a few minutes, you decided to go to the restroom. You got up from the table, fixed your hair, and headed to the end of the hallway. You opened the women's restroom door and stepped out, just as the adjacent door opened at the same time. A quick, sudden collision.
You stepped back a few paces and found your balance. When you looked down, your heart skipped a beat: a red stain on the white shirt of the man in front of you, exactly the shade of your lipstick.
"Oh my God... I... I'm so sorry, I really..." You looked up. A tall man with dark hair and glowing eyes, his flawless white shirt now ruined with a lipstick stain. Raffaello had a calm, almost indifferent smile, as if he found the whole thing amusing rather than annoying.
You opened your bag and quickly found a pen and paper. Your hand trembled slightly. You wrote down your number and handed it to him:"This is my number. I'm heading back today, I'll transfer you the cost. Please text me."
Raffaello took the paper, glanced at your handwriting, then looked into your eyes: "No one's ever gotten lipstick on my shirt before. First time I actually like it."
You smiled a little and returned to your table.

Three nights later, you received a message from an unknown number:"Hey, honestly I don't know what to do? Does this stain look aesthetic? Should I still go to the dry cleaner?"Immediately another message came through with a photo attached: "By the way, when you gave me your number, you never told me your name. You didn't write it on the paper either.. what should I call you?"