Bianca's cheeks were going as pink as Jasper's ears. "Cliche, yes. In a grocery shop and all. I um, was just doing a bit of shopping." Well, obviously. She tried for something else to say, something less foolish. "Er, how've you been? Since the gala, I mean. haven't seen you since, but I guess you're sill around in London, which is nice."
Oh yes. Much better, really. Bianca felt like melting through the floor just so she could hide. She idly wondered what he was shopping for. Her trolley held two kinds of flour, baking soda, ginger, and chocolate chunks. The chunks made for better cookies, she felt. She nervously tugged at her purse strap as she stood.