“It’s an old rhyme. Sutton for mutton, something something, Croydon for a pretty girl, and then something else. Trust me to remember the line about pretty girls.” He grinned, revealing a set of beautiful white teeth and a deep dimple in his left cheek. He had an attractive smile – she couldn’t deny that.
“Hi there. Are you ready to order?”
Emily was glad of the arrival of the waitress with her notepad and pen poised, a welcome distraction from the awkwardness.
“Yes, please. Afternoon tea for two.” Rowan was quick off the mark.
“Except coffee for me, please,” Emily hurried to correct.
Rowan looked taken aback, almost appalled.
“You can’t have coffee with your afternoon tea. That would make it afternoon coffee.”
The waitress looked amused.
“I don’t like tea.”
The unimpressed look on
