She felt a momentary pang of regret when she removed her hand from his but it was easily dismissed under the pretense of loneliness and lack of male, physical affection in her life. Letting her hands fall delicately into her lap, Fleur smiled, crossing her legs under the table and couldn't help the slight pink that covered her cheeks at the mention of her new knickers. Somehow, she sincerely doubted lacy, pink knickers were going to do anything for her husband but one could always hope. Roger would appreciate her in them. The second that thought entered her mind, numerous other images filled her head and Fleur began to think that renewing her friendship with him might not be the very best of ideas.
But, then he was smiling at her and she couldn't help but feel just a little bit lighter. Straightening in her chair, Fleur glanced over the menu and managed to make a decision. "I believe I'll have the special," she said, looking over the items. "As for the knickers?" she shrugged. "Zey will probably not do the trick but at least I will look pretty, non?"
Lunch continued on in the same vein and Fleur was so happy that she had run into him. They laughed their threw lunch and, possibly flirted a bit more than they should have. As they headed out the door, Fleur smiled and gave Roger a hug, leaning in to brush a light kiss to his cheek. "Merci, Roger," she said, pulling away. "It was so wonderful to see you. I am 'appy that we are to see each other more often."