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She was about to argue about the squirming, but the waiter arrived with their appetisers. She squeezed George's hand so he wouldn't feel he had to let it go, as she didn't mind the display of affection in front of complete strangers. She only let it go to pick up her fork to spear up one of the garlic butter-soaked, cheese encrusted pieces of heaven.

Though as her hand let him go, her foot sought out further contact, rubbing softly against his calf, as if reminding him that she was still there.

"Well, I don't know how much we actually got accomplished on Saturday, but at least the meeting was entertaining," she said after tasting her first snail, wanting to keep the conversation going.

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