She's in no hurry for him to move, either.

'I've already hung it up for you. It's not a problem.'

She's even resisted the urge to jot down something naff and stuff it in his coat pocket.

'I'm not trying to rush you off, love. I don't want you to think I'm trying to get rid of you.'

Her hand skims down his arm to find his fingers, interlacing hers through his. She knew this was going to be difficult, but she never anticipated it being awkward.