protestations being uttered by Karl she produced enough cash to pay her way.
‘We don’t know each other well enough for you to pay for my dinner.’ insisted Jill. ‘It’s
better to go Dutch.’
‘I am Dutch,’ replied Karl, making Jill laugh but allowing her the comfort of paying for her
meal.
‘Thank you for a lovely evening. I really enjoyed your company, and the food was
wonderful,’ said Jill as she broke the awkward silence which seemed to last ages but was really no
more than a few seconds. ‘Goodnight Karl.’
‘Does it need to end here, right now? I was wondering if we could drive down into town
and take a walk along the seafront, maybe have a coffee before you go?’ asked Karl. ‘It is still quite
early. And being October means it will be quiet,’ he said.
Jill accepted his suggestion. Once behind her steerin