The little hitch of her breath makes him think that, maybe, he's misjudged, but then there's the look on her face and the way that her eyelashes flutter, the ways he sucks on the fork that's just been in his mouth.

And then she looks at him like that. He feels his face heat slightly.

"Yeah," he says. "I think I am. Shall we get this boxed up while I get the check?"