She was beginning to move towards Edgware Road. Now that that was settled, she seemed to have lost interest in him. She walked on as if he wasn’t with her.
George tagged along behind. Of course he was excited. To have a girl like Cora in his room! He thought at least she would want to dance, or go to the pictures, or do something extravagant.
She suddenly stopped outside a snack bar.
"Let’s take something in with us,” she said, looking at the appetizing show in the window. Without waiting for him to agree, she entered the shop.
“Two chicken sandwiches, two cheese sandwiches and two apples,” she said to the white-coated attendant behind the counter.
George planked down a ten-shilling note while the attendant packed the sandwiches and apples in a cardboard container.
“How much?” Cora asked, ignoring George’s money. “That’ll be two and six, miss,” the attendant said, looking first at her and then at George.
“Here you are,” George said, pushing the note towards the attendant
Cora put down one shilling and threepence. “That’s my share,” she said shortly, and picked up the cardboard container.
“I say!” George protested. “This is my show.” And he tried to give her back her money.