"No! No," now Elena's cheeks went a little darker pink and she shook her head. "Not uncomfortable at all, I just..." Then she broke into a smile the lit up the whole cafe. "I'm not used to hanging out with such respectable Englishmen."
She stepped into the line and was about to pay for her own drink when he offered. Wait. That didn't make this a date, did it? Wasn't that the thing they said? (The infamous, inexplicable they who set social norms and enforced them brutally?) Elena argued that she could pay for her own drink, but didn't push it hard.
Hers was one of those iced, blended mochas with far too much sugar and caffeine.