He took her hand in silence and squeezed it briefly. Not that he needed any words; she knew he shared her feelings.
She put the photographs away. ‘Next question—is the glass half full or half empty?’
‘Half full. You?’
‘Same,’ she said, and glanced at her watch. ‘We might have to cut this a bit short. Last one for now. Your perfect holiday?’
‘Not a beach holiday,’ he said feelingly. ‘That just bores me silly.’
‘You mean, you get a fit of the guilts at lying on a beach doing nothing, and you end up working.’
‘Actually, I’m just not very good at just sitting still and doing nothing,’ he admitted.
‘So you’d rather have an active holiday?’
‘Exploring somewhere, you mean?’ He nodded. ‘That’d work for me.’
‘Culture or geography?’
‘Either,’ he said. ‘I guess my perfect holiday would be Iceland. I’d love to walk up a volcano, and to see the hot springs and learn about the place. You?’
‘I like city breaks. I have a bit of an art gallery habit, thanks to Sammy,’ she explained. ‘Plus I love museums where they have a big costume section. I should warn you that I really, really love Regency dresses. And I can spend hours in the costume section, looking at all the fine details.’
‘So you see yourself as Lizzie Bennett?’
‘No,’ she said, ‘and I’m not looking for a Darcy—anyway, seeing as you hate Austen, how come you know more than just the book you did for A level?’
‘Ex-girlfriends who insisted on seeing certain films more than once, and became ex very shortly afterwards,’ he said dryly.
‘Hint duly noted,’ she said. ‘I won’t ever ask you to watch Pride and Prejudice with me. Even though it’s one of my favourite films.’
‘Nicely skated past,’ he said, ‘but let’s backtrack—you said you like holidays where you go and look at vintage clothes. And you said you look at details, so I bet you take notes and as many photos as you can get away with. Isn’t that partly work?’
‘Busted.’ She clicked her fingers and grinned. ‘I have to admit, I don’t really like beach holidays, either. It’s nice to have a day or two to unwind and read, but I’d rather see a bit of culture with friends. I really loved my trips in Italy with Ash and Sammy.’
‘So what’s your perfect holiday?’ he asked.
‘Anywhere with museums, galleries and lots of nice little places to eat. Philadelphia and Boston are next on my wish list.’
‘This is scary,’ he said. ‘A week ago I would’ve said we were total opposites.’
She thought about it. ‘We still are. We have a few things in common—probably more than either of us realised—but you like things really pinned down and I like to go with the flow.’ She smiled. ‘And I bet you have an itinerary on holiday. Down to the minute.’
‘If you don’t know the opening times and days for a museum or what have you, then you might go to see it when it’s closed and not get a chance to go back,’ he pointed out. ‘So yes, I do have an itinerary.’
‘But if you go with the flow, you discover things you wouldn’t have known about otherwise,’ she pointed out.
‘Let’s agree to disagree on that one.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘We’d better head back.’
‘You don’t have to walk me back, Sean. Go, if you have a meeting.’
‘I was brought up properly. I’ll walk you back,’ he said.
‘I’m planning a slight detour,’ she warned.
He looked a little wary, but nodded. ‘We’ll do this your way, then.’
Her detour was to an ice cream shop where the ice cream was cooled with liquid nitrogen rather than by being put in a freezer. ‘I love this place. The way they make the ice cream is so cool,’ she said, and laughed. ‘Literally.’
‘It’s a little gimmicky,’ he said.
‘Just wait until you taste it.’
To her surprise, he chose the rich, dark chocolate. ‘I would’ve pegged you as a vanilla man,’ she said.
‘Plain and boring?’
‘Not necessarily. Seriously good vanilla ice cream is one of the best pleasures in the world—which is why I just ordered it.’
‘True. But remember what I do for a living. And my favourite bit of my job is when I work with the R and D team. Am I really going to pass up chocolate?’
This was a side of Sean she’d never really seen. Teasing, bantering—fun. And she really, really liked that.
She watched him as he took a spoonful of ice cream. He rolled his eyes at her to signal that he thought she was overselling it. And then she saw his pupils widen.