Sash glanced up. He faced her, rocking slowly as the bus hesitated in the traffic. Dark hair, cut long. Dark, warm eyes. Quirky, but interesting. Kind-looking.
In the cramped space, she’d tucked the generous bunch of lilies close to her, so as not to inconvenience anyone. The creamy blooms illuminated her face. Like she’d just won a pageant.
He smiled shyly at her, then cocked an eyebrow in expectation. Sash felt the thrill of flirtation, wondered whether, just maybe, this guy might be interested. Where might that go?
‘How are you going to cook them?’ he asked.