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Monday, Felicity invited her team for a celebratory drink after work. Peter had stayed until Wednesday the first week and then had to get the site approved and had agreed to meet them at the Farmers Arms at 5.30pm on Friday after work. They sat at a table near the door and she bought drinks for all of them.
    ‘Here’s to you Peter….’ She raised her glass. ‘None of this would have been possible without your help. Cheers’
    ‘Of course it would Flick. You’re the real ‘ brains ’ here. You managed to make them listen to sense which is something I haven’t been able to do for the last two years. To Flick!’ He raised his glass and the other two followed suit. They talked shop for a while and then Graham made his excuses to leave. He lived with his parents and had to be home for tea by six. Karen stayed a while longer and then she too, said she should be going.
    ‘Another drink Flick?’
    ‘Thanks Peter, I’ll just have a coke. I have to drive.’
    ‘Yes me too. It’s a long drive back to Cornwall .’ He went to the bar and F elicity looked around the room. The bar was quite full although aside from one or two familiar faces there was no one there she really knew. Peter returned with two cokes and sat opposite her.
    ‘So Flick. I’ve got you to myself at last.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Oh come on. You must know I’m crazy about you. How about we move on and get a bite to eat somewhere; have a few drinks. What do you say?’ He took her hand and looked her straight in the face. ‘You know, since we met last week all I’ve thought about is the website and you. We’re both grown adults Flick and we’re both unattached.’
    ‘Yes except you live and work a hundred miles away from here and long distance relat ionships don’t work Peter. A side from that we barely know each other. As you say we only met last week.’
    ‘Strangers are merely friends who have not yet met.’
    ‘Maybe, but some other time perhaps. I have to get back and you have a long drive.’
    Peter got to his feet and side stepped around the table then sat down very close to her. Felicity gently shuffled sideways until there was enough room to let the air actually circulate around them.
    ‘So, what has Charles said about the website? If we get the kind of response I think we will and we link up to all the other branches you could be full time running and updating the site. Had you thought of that?’
    ‘Felicity I didn’t come here to talk shop.’
    ‘B ut… that’s why we’re all here; o r were until the lightweights left.’
    ‘Look, Flick….. I’m hungry. I could do with a bite to eat, and like you say, I have a long drive ahead of me so what do you say we move on, get some food and take it from there?’
    ‘Well….. ok. Do you like Italian? There’s this new Italian on Corporation Street . We could try there. But I really can’t stay long Peter. I have someone at home waiting for their dinner too.’
    ‘What? Oh that stray feline creature of your s. Bloody hate cats. Give me a r ottweiler any day.’
    They finished their dri nks and set off to the Italian r estaurant. Although they hadn’t booked a table they soon found themselves seated in a very cosy window seat in the corner of Antonio’s with its maroon velvet curtains and matching tablecloth, a candle burning on a silver centrepiece between them. He ordered bolognese and a bottle of merlot and she ordered c arbonara but this romantic environment with it s m editerranean medley playing in the background unsettled her. Peter was very intelligent, extremely good looking and he scared the hel l out of her. She felt uneasy; o ut of her depth. Not intellectually, but intimately. Here was an alpha male; pushy; dominant in his sexual prowess and she felt……. yes she felt intimidated by him . It was hard to say ‘No’ to someone like Peter. Or was it because she was out of touch with the dating game? How long had i t been; two years; three? God, m en were like buses.