More than once in only the span of a few minutes she imagined how she might get out of this. She barely knew Adrian Pucey save from an interesting conversation at the gala and as one of the older quidditch players at school, it hardly made him a friend. But then again it was just lunch. And lunch dates, not that it was that this was more like lunch meddling was between friends.
Friends she might be able to handle a little bit more. Although it would have been easier if he wasn't so fit.
She waited until their orders were finished being made to bring them to the table herself - might as well save someone the trip and the excuse to eavesdrop. "So, I'm guessing you probably weren't expecting to be nudged into having lunch with me when you dropped by the shop today," she said setting down the plates on the table before taking the seat. "But I suppose that is a side effect of a family business."