‘If I promise not to leer, will you have dinner with me?’ She couldn’t resist an invitation like that and said so. ‘Great. At this time of year we could probably get in anywhere. What would you like? The Ivy? The Ritz?’ ‘Nowhere grand. Or smart. Somewhere we can sit with our elbows on the table and not have our ears burned out with noise.’ She fanned her face with her legal pad. ‘With air conditioning.’ He nodded. ‘I know just the place. It hasn’t been trendy for forty years, but the food is good and it’s always quiet. Cool, too.’ ‘Sounds perfect, but I have to phone someone first.’ ‘Fine. I’ll make sure there’s a table. Meet you outside in ten minutes?’ ‘OK.’ She still hadn’t got used to her new room in chambers. The old one had been poky and dark, but she’d had it for years and it had become a kind of refuge, even though she’d usually had to have a pupil in it with her. Colin would have been fine, but some of his predecessors had been a lot less likeable and she’d have done anything to get rid of them if she could.
