BASIL STAYED PUT AS SHE TURNED, watching the exchange with interest. He could get a job here. Not in the shop, not exactly (he got the sense that he’d spend much of his time talking to Rose instead of actually working). Maybe the aquarium, that would be a great place to work. Leading tours and getting to educate visitors, that sounded like an excellent idea. He’d have to look into it.
ROSE WAS TURNING BACK TO HIM, and he snapped himself out of his thoughts as she spoke. Something about the way she said that tickled the back of his mind in a rather pleasant way. For just a moment, he sees black leather and scrambles to grasp onto the memory, to drag it to the forefront of his mind, but it slipped away as quickly as it came and for a brief moment he almost, almost frowned.
WAIT A MINUTE. Had they done this before? Gone out for chips?
THEY HAD, hadn’t they? He couldn’t remember much, not what they spoke about or where they were, but he can almost hear her saying she wanted chips. She’d said he could pay-
HIS GRIN SLOWLY BROADENED. “Right, chips it is,” he hummed. “I’ll pay. I think I owe you for that one time, don’t I?”
As she spoke, she watched and gauged his reactions, all while she tried not to be desperate for some sort of recognition to spark on his features. A small smile found its way onto her face as she watched him think. It was almost like she could see the metaphorical gears in his mind turning and the familiarity of it was oddly comforting.
“I think it evened out around the time I won ten quid off you for getting Queen Victoria to say ‘I am not amused’,” she laughed, reaching out to slip her hand into his before the thought that she was practically still a stranger to him could even occur to her.
Almost as soon as she’d done so, she pulled her hand back. “Sorry,” she gasped, and she could feel the blush that was rushing to her face, coloring her cheeks and ears in embarrassment. “Force of habit. I wasn’t thinking,” she apologized again, trying her hardest to look anywhere other than directly at him to try to keep him from seeing the mortification on her face.