George had expected her to be cross. He didn't drop by. That was the thing. Just 'dropping by' was fairly off the table and their rendezvous were carefully orchestrated with anonymous owls and notes dropped into mail slots.
He sighed and waved his hand toward the door. "I didn't sprint down the drive with a flag declaring my intentions, Pansy. On the outside it's all business. I wore a tie and everything," he said with a flick of the long, unadorned, necktie he was wearing. He knew it was a delicate situation. But he was tired of just waiting.
"Would it really be that bad? Your an adult. Whom you see socially..." George held out the envelopes of auction items.
Taking a breath, he raised his chin. "We should go to this. You and I. Together."