Henry had been making notes and trying his very best to ignore the overwhelming amount of pink, lace and hearts. He was doing his best to convince himself that the twisting in his gut was simply that the nuggets had gone off. It was better to think that he was experiencing a minor bout of food poisoning instead that perhaps the overwhelming pseudo-romance of it all was getting to him. It wasn't even a case of him missing his wife overly much. He did, of course. All of this wasn't something Millie would've appreciated. To be quite frank, with all the pink in his room, he was pretty sure that what was going on in the café was just par for the course.

And it was fine. Totally fine. Everything was great.

At that was thrown out the window the moment someone else walked in. What he'd dedicated himself to thinking was indigestion was Decidedly Not. He could feel the heat rushing to his face. Henry swallowed hard, trying to ignore it. That was very much not working. She sparkled. Did she know she sparkled? She was practically radiant.