“Yes, it is a bit,” she agrees, laughing quietly. “I’ve been to London quite a lot over the years. I must admit, I’m always glad to get back.”

The sentence breaks off as she leans forward to pick up her drink, taking a sip and absently adjusting the lime slice. She does wonder what exactly she’s doing here, why she agreed to come out for a drink, when it’s quite clear the man is decades younger than her. She almost feels a bit foolish for even wondering about his intentions, because they’re surely nothing more than this.

She glances towards him again, watching him a moment, but should he look her way, she smiles cheerfully, making sure none of those thoughts could be seen on her face.

“So, you said you liked the museum. Is that an interest you have? Something you’re studying for … or?”