"Just a dash, and one lump, please," she said and accepted the cup and saucer as he handed it to her. She helped herself to a biscuit, forcing herself to take only a small bite, instead of devouring it in two large mouthfuls as she would like.
She sipped her tea as he rattled on, his words cheery and polite. Ada could tell she liked this young man already. She couldn't help herself: she laughed a little at his question of the theatre. She'd dealt with similar reactions enough times to realise he as trying to get information without appearing to do so. Rather than play it out, she decided to just give him the knowledge he wanted. she rested her tea cup in the saucer.
"Yes, I'm quite fond of the theatre. I'd have to be, I work in the theatre.