That was more like it. Flirting was fun for Audrey, especially when it came at such unexpected moments. Later, when she arrived home and had time to think back on the day, she would most certainly go through her usual cycle of realizing what she'd done, again. And she would mentally kick herself for being unable to exorcise herself of what was beginning to seem like a compulsion to flirt with and go out with any man who seemed inclined to do so. Sometimes she wondered if, had she had an adolscence less defined by hours in the library and wistfully hoping for certain boys to show interest, she would have become such a compulsive dater in adulthood. She hated that she could not yet compartmentalize that part of herself - one of these days she was going to end up like Mam, and then what would happen to her career path?
None of this would happen until hours later, though. Right now, she merely felt the little thrill of something new and exciting in her gut.
"Saturday's marvelous," Feeling victorious for some reason, she settled back again, idly holding her teacup in midair. "You're right, you Weasleys are gentlemen."