"Make watches! I make watches, right, for telling time. Hows about you?" He was leaning on the table now, as they waited for their food, his chin on his hand as he admired the view in front of him. He wasn't all that much older than the other man, but he felt it. Hard living, perhaps, or experience, but there was something so irresistibly attractive about his date. He didn't know why everyone was so bloody annoyed with this whole date thing.
Really, he never thought Rita Skeeter had it in her to be a swinger, but then, the uptight broad certainly seemed the type to have those sorts of skeletons in her closet."