James / Madison
Food. Right. Madison just nodded with that coy smile of hers and started walking next to him. "So what do you like to eat, James?" There might have been just a little bit of suggestiveness in her tone.
"Oh, I don't know. I don't usually see you without your boys. I guess it's a pleasant surprise to get you all to myself." She was being honest, at least, smiling at him. "I mean, there's not a lot of people our age around here."
That wasn't exactly true, but the ones she'd met were either 'taken' or...well, kids. She preferred men a little older.