'Bugger off!' Jessie replied stoutly. She would have used stronger language, but he was still a stranger to her, an unknown quantity. 'My T-shirts are good enough for me; anyway, what the hell do you know about all this stuff...eh?'
'Enough - a great deal more than you Ms Not -Know-It-All,' he responded with a laugh. 'Is there any grey matter at all in that pretty airhead of yours...?' He ducked as she threw a beaker at him. 'Good job it was empty.' he said with a surprised look on his face... 'Temper, temper.'
'I'm sorry – I thought it had paint in it,' she responded with a challenging look.
He stood there looking at her for several seconds before moving over to her and taking her elbow; 'Look - what do you see outside?' he asked pointing at the shrubberies. You haven't got a clue have
