“Keep it,” she said, turning towards the door. “I always pay for myself.”
“You can’t do that…” George said feebly, but she was already moving away, and by now had left the shop.
“The sort of girl I’d like to go out with,” the attendant said wistfully. “Most of ’em take the linings from your pockets.”
George, his face burning, snatched up his change and ran after Cora.
When he caught up with her, he said, “You really must let me pay…”
“Now shut up!” Cora said. “I never accept anything from any man. I’m independent, and if I’m going to see you again, the sooner you understand that the better.”
If she was going to see him again! George stared at her hopefully. Did that mean…? He blinked. It must mean that. People just didn’t say things like that if they didn’t intend seeing you again.
“Well, if you really want to…” he said, not quite sure how he should react to such an ultimatum.
“I do!” she returned emphatically. “Now come on, don’t stand there blocking the way.”
“We’ll want some beer,” George said, falling in step beside her. “I suppose you want to pay for your bottle, too?” He said it half jokingly, and then looked at her quickly to see if he had caused offence.