"Another pint and another diet. Got it," the waitress smiled, then walked off to get the drinks.

Pippa leaned forward, elbow on the table and chin in hand.

"What are you doing after?" she asked. "My day is free. We could do something together," she suggested. It worried her terribly that Fin felt alone. She wasn't going to address that head on, though. Best to wiggle around the obvious and take another tack.