"I know but it happens. Let's think about our date though and not those bastards. You smell nice---are you wearing perfume?"

Her leaning closer to him caught Weird off-guard a little as he inhaled some of her perfume. It smelt nice and feminine and he realised now just how much he had missed the scent of a proper lady. A real woman. One such as Gloria. Just having her so close felt comforting to the bassist who was now smiling a little more.

"I'd usually order something like eggs, sausage and beans. Standard British food."

It was plain compared to creole food but this is what Weird, Mick and Gilly often ate at diners and the like. Not exactly rock star faire but the bassist wasn't an extravagant man at all. His hand came up to touch on hers, caressing it slightly.