As bad ideas went, this was right up there. Clint Warrington had a reputation so formidable that it could tarnish that of any woman he so much as stood next to. And here he was, walking towards her and she was doing nothing to stop it. The sensible thing to do would be to turn and get lost amongst the other Sunday shoppers but Penny wasn’t ashamed of her friendship with the former Slytherin and the twinkle in her eye as she grinned at him was proof of that. Proof too that it wasn’t the first time they’d met.
“Hi,” it was all too easy to give him her attention rather than the books on travel which lined the shop display. “I had a lunch date a few streets away and I’m sort of talking myself out of an ice cream sundae with hot fudge.” Her grin turned cheeky, “You should talk me into one.” She wanted to, wanted to know what he’d been up to and put the slight crease between his eyes. “Extra sprinkles?” She was determined, that was for sure. But like this..in public? That was the difference.