Delaney settled herself down to wait, hoping she wouldn't take too long. She really was hungry, and could quite cheerfully murder a plater of pasta carbonara.
As she waited, she pondered. It seemed to her to be a good sign that not only was Maeve kissing back, but agreeing to dinner, and actually makihg an effort to lok nice, by the sound of things.
Delaney tucked the little bottle in her purse and swung her legs a little as she waited.