I caught up with a first cousin for a sushi lunch.

The place is three doors down from where her company is based, so her workmates also go there at lunchtime.

When she returned to work, she got a lot of annoying queries about her mysterious tall, dark 'n handsome lunch date.

Gosh.

What gossips.

You don’t suppose my taking her flowers gave them the wrong impression, do you?

Or French kissing her goodbye?

Damned narrow-minded city folk!