The horror movie Elizabeth had put on before Sawyer arrived back was interrupted by an advert – the volume always seemed to be twice as loud on adverts and the intrusive background noise was a distraction from the awkward half-flirtatious half-disappointed interaction they were having.
She moved from his lap, staying close beside him but sighing as she rested her head on his shoulder.
“I may have been lying about the elaborate romantic surprise, by the way.”
“Very funny.”
“No, I mean it. I’m not giving it away yet, though.”
“What can you possibly have been doing for so long outside that you consider a romantic surprise but won’t tell me about?”
“You’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Come on! That really isn’t fair.”
“No, taking a phone-call when I was about
