Hannah looked at Neville carefully. It seemed that he hadn't even noticed the extremely attractive waitress.
She looked at the wrapped box on the table. "You got me a gift. Neville... I... I don't know what to say." She opened it carefully, intending to save the wrapping paper, and every last detail from this evening as well. It was... a quill. The really nice kind, that the real reporters had. With her name engraved on it. She stared at it, gaping. "I'm a real reporter now," she whispered. Hannah reached for Neville's hand and held it in both of hers. "My mum always said I'd be a famous reporter and... I kind of am." She stared at Neville. "Thank you, it's wonderful."