The server was then prepared to take their order; Adrian first questioned Melinda on her preferences and then placed the order first for her, then himself. When he'd left again, Adrian let his mouth curve up in a pleased smile. "You recall what I was wearing when we first met? Isn't that my job?" The tone of his voice had gone a bit teasing.
"I recall yours as well. You certainly caught my attention. I wondered when Bobbin's began hiring such beautiful and elegant shopgirls, because I knew I hadn't seen you there before. Consider my surprise when I discovered who you were and that all these years I must have have spectacularly poor timing to have not caught you."
He smoothly poured her wine and slid the rounded red wine glass to her, his eyes on hers. It amused him to think that despite everything she had going for her blood and wealth-wise, she still likely wouldn't meet with his mother's approval. Lillian would prefer Adrian marry a Parkinson, a Greengrass or any other cultured young lady would was just as fair as him.
But Adrian was taken by Melinda's honeyed brown complexion, her pleasant smile, her strength of personality, and her intelligence. And well, if his mother wouldn't approve, he had to admit that helped make Melinda even more appealing.