She had beautiful hair, Ms Wells, and Irene had to suppress the urge to reach up and run her hands through it, grab a handful and pull the other woman into a proper kiss. But there would be time enough for that in their next encounter, she reasoned.
Oh, well that was interesting. Helena getting that close to her, obviously aware of their proximity. It boded well for the future, certainly.
Irene simply nodded, though, not remarking on their positioning, before replying in kind "Until we meet again" and with a final, flirtatious smile, heading out the door of the cafe.