Demelza pushed her beaded strap, which, inexplicably, kept slipping down, back up on her shoulder. She had been at one bar for a while, but no one had interested her, so she had set off on her own. Unsure whether or not she should give up and go home or keep wandering, she was walking slowly, her heels clicking on the ground.
To the left, a flame caught her eye, and she turned, recognizing the smoker as Seamus Finnigan.
This was quite convenient.
"Can I bum one?" she said, in her melodic voice, edging closer to him as she smiled. Maybe tonight could be saved after all.