She strolled down the pathway, away from everyone, alone with a gentleman, completely unchaperoned, and indifferent to propriety. They stopped as a vista opened before them. He seemed ill at ease. Oddly enough, his discomfort fed that strange mood surfacing inside her. It was up to her to make him comfortable. She did not want to always rely on others to be charming, to help people relax, to set the scene. She would set it. Prompted by an evil genie, she settled down on the ground, indifferent to grass stains, and patted the space beside her. He was not prompted by the same genie, and, conscious of his light trousers, he hesitated. ‘Come,’ she said, challenging him, ‘surely you do not wish to remain the only one on this outing with impeccable clothes? I never thought you such a dandy that you would prefer clean clothes over having an enjoyable time.’ She was pushing, of course. He could react with anger, and refuse.
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