“I’ll call you cheeky fast enough. A regular Cheeky Charlie, by the look of you!”
“I think I was born cheeky,” he agreed complacently. “D’you know what first made me want to talk to you?”
“What?”
“That pink thing you’ve got on with all the ribbon showing through it.”
He put out his hand and, with a familiar gesture, touched the front of her blouse just below her collar-bone.
“You mustn’t,” said Elsie, startled.
“Why not?”
“I don’t allow liberties.”
“We’ll have to settle what liberties are, miss. Come for a walk this evening and we can talk about it.”
“Oh, I couldn’t! I’m just going into a new job.”