"I'd hate to make you complain, Mr. Mayor," she said cheekily, bending to set her sandals down on the sidewalk. She transferred her basket from one arm to the other, and then reached out briefly to set her fingertips on the side of the mayor's arm for a bit of balance while she slid one foot, then the other, into her shoes again. "Ah, there."
Never having been a fool, the young woman could tell that her cheerfulness was not matched by her companion. It was possible he simply never got gleeful about wonderful weather - and that really was a shame; the simple things in life were always the best things to be happy about - but Beauty suspected something more was going on with him. He was kind enough, though; she couldn't help but notice that he'd modified his walking pace to hers, even though he was quite a bit taller than she, and that meant that his strides were naturally longer. Beauty gave him a big smile in gratitude. It really was quite kind.
"So," she said, by way of conversation. "What does a mayor do when he's not mayoring?"