We found ourselves seated at a little tea-shop on the main street. Michael was surprisingly a real decent fellow and wouldn't let me even touch my purse. We got a pot of tea along with two slices of cake, Battenburg for him, and a Victoria sponge with pink fondant for me. We sat by the window, me shoving my shopping under my chair.
"Thanks for this", I said, pouring milk into my tea. I had almost forgotten how good unbitter tea could taste.
Michael piled two spoons of sugar in his. Strange, I thought the people who liked the most sugar were really sweet people and I'll admit Michael wasn't as bad as I thought that he was but that that didn't mean he was the sugar plum princess.
"I thought you should have a nicer introduction to the town", he said, "The police station is not always the
