Sirius yawned widely at the pretty weather girl as she predicted wide spread rain across the south-east, with thunderclouds spread over much of the country. That was probably why muggles hired young women, inevitably wearing those low cut jackets. Any sort of weather could be happily received at eight in the morning with the right cleavage.
He didn't have to be at work until nine, and it wasn't a far walk to the garage. Sirius was dressed quite casually, planning on pulling a t-shirt over the top of a vest shirt before he went to work.
After his miraculous production of crisp - but not burnt! - bacon, he decided not to break his food-luck and only made toast. It was coated in strawberry jam.
Sirius didn't notice Amarissa, his eyes fixed on the weather girl as she proclaimed that the weekend would be very wet. It was only as his plate, balanced precariously on the arm of the sofa began to slip, that he caught her figure.
"Oh morning!" he said, smiling "I'm glad to see you're up and about. How are you feeling?"