"Beautiful," Delaney smiled. Following Maeve, she stepped out of the shop and into the street. Reaching out slightly, she took hold of Maeve's hand gently, watching her carefully to see if what she was doing was okay.
"So tell me more about this Italian place," she said, attempting to strike up a conversation to distract herself from pulling Maeve back into the shop and just kissing her all night. "Do you go there often?"