"No, you never are, are you?" Ben said, with undisguised envy. He missed traveling, even though it had been years now since he'd been able to do it as often as he liked. That had been the only thing that had ever really appealed to him after he left Quidditch, though; the job itself was immaterial if he got to travel for it.

"Oh — looks like duty calls," he pointed out, as he saw the man he'd been waiting to speak to emerge from the door to the back office. He took another hearty sip of his drink, but still hadn't finished it and would leave a few inches left in the bottom of the pint when he headed off to his business deal. "See you around, then," he said, though he had no idea whether he would or not. It had taken long enough for their paths to cross in the first place, now that he wasn't sleeping with her any more, so it might be an age before they saw each other again. The last time they spoke he hadn't been married — who knew what life would bring the next time he ran into her?