Bert was still pondering what drink to have, lemonade or cider, sweet or stimulating? Decisions, decisions. He was off duty, so he could take a drop or two. Still, his warrant card was in his pocket if things really got out of hand, not to mention people may simply recognise his face as that of the law. As he considered all of this, he saw Dee in the crowd and his face brightened. She looked lovely. Bert you lucky boy. Dressed finer than he, she was.

"Evening." Bert began, fighting poorly to hide a blossoming smile. She did that to him. "I think we've met before, haven't we?" He playfully suggested they were practical strangers to each other.