The air hung still for a second as the entire tea room took in the sight of the couple, as the girl turned on her heel and left the shop in a trail of rustling tafetta and indian silks. The gentleman looked sheepish and retrieved his hat from the table where it had been abandoned. For a moment he hovered in the space between the tables, clearly aware of the deathly hush, and for a moment Ginny thought he was going to make a speech, to address the gossip and the sidelong glances. He shifted his weight from foot to foot for a long awkward moment, before rushing out of the tea room after his some time bride to be.

A spoon clattered in a china cup and the spell was broken, the whisper of noise returning to normal chatter at all of the tables. 'Perhaps there was once,' Ginny added wistfully, her own highly Rromantic notions of what love was colouring her view of the handsome but clearly dissolute young man, she answered Ros finally. 'Although I'm sure a gent like that would make my mother have a dragon in shock, I'm sure I should like some passion in a gentleman rather than mere politeness.' she took a sip of her tea, 'Not that any gentleman is looking likely at the moment', she made a joking show of looking to the front door of the shop, 'Oh I wonder if I could catch up with him.'

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