But I can feed you." I'll have a sandwich later." I told him, "Grief is good for my waistline."He scoffed at me. "Are you fishing for compliments? You...look marvellous. You'll be as beautiful as your mother when you're seventy-one. How about a drink?" Now you're talking. Secret whisky please." Robert got up and headed for the cupboard where the best Scottish malts were kept. "I hope I do look as good as Mum when I'm seventy but only on her terms - not vanity, just a gift for a man I love. Worth. Miller mouthed sorry to the employee, then followed behind her.Kofe stopped beside it, dropping her sauce packets in a pile and planting her hands on her hips as she examined the seating arrangements. A fat human would have had trouble getting into one of these booths, never mind a Borealan. Miller edged past her bulk, pressing into the fat of her thigh as he skirted around her and took a seat. His Polar companion turned her head, surveying the room, and then marched out of view.He waited,. I was so nervous that it barely seemed any distance at all, my heart pounding all the fresh blood into my ears. She seemed at ease on the surface, but using my vampire sight I could see that she was excited, nervous and eager. Entering her apartment I found that it was well kept except for a few clothes around from earlier that day, she smiled, “Sorry for the mess, I had to switch clothes quickly for work.” Smiling at her, “It’s perfect, just like you.” She giggled relaxing visibly, “You are. On the returning train the younger man sitting next to her spoke through her reverie, “Miss, you seem to have a lot on your mind. Are you alright?”She turned and smiled at him, thrilled by the expression of concern, “Oh, thank you. It will be fine.”They both exited at the same station so the young man piped up, “I’ll buy you lunch if you’ll sit with me.” Flattered, she agreed.Thomas would have charmed the pants off her if she had been wearing any. Instead, the dress came off at his home near.