George melted under her smile. Always the one for a pretty face, him.
"Do you garden? I used to keep roses myself, before I left my house. No time now, and no room in my flat. Here look at these pink ones. They have a wonderful smell." He steered her gently towards the grouping of soft pink flowers. He'd been mesmerised by the scent the previous evening. It was even more intoxicating with the lovely Isabel on his arm.