[font=Arial Narrow]A heavy hand once again fell on Peaches' shoulder, he looked up as if to expect Baila standing there, her eyes looking into his, when he realised it was just the barman he looked back down at the table."Sir! Sir! A very beautiful woman just came in with some 'sairs!" Peaches looked back at the barman with a frown, [color=#FFFFFF]"Where is she now?" he said in a rough tone.
"Well sir, she just went out again. She was looking around, as if looking for someone. You perhaps?"Peaches pushed up from the table he was sitting at, pulled his cloak's hood over his head and limped out of the cafe. His flight boots and sidearms jangling as he limped, no one payed attention to the hooded figure leaving the cafe though, they were all far to interested in their own business to wonder about him.
He looked in the vicinity for several minutes before seeing the long flowing hair, that he believed to be Baila, standing on her own by the landing bays. There was no one around except from an old Cretan lurking in the shadows whom Peaches had not noticed. He walked up behind Baila and outstretched an arm to put it on her shoulder, he stopped and withdrew his arm. He thought it wouldn't be a good idea to surprise the lady, he was busy thinking when she suddenly turned around and looked into his eyes and smiled."My dear... I wondered whether you would come or not..." He stared into her eyes and thought of how happy they made him. "Shall we go somewhere, a little more private perhaps? I don't wish to start a scene."
He held out his hand for her to hold and together they walked, or rather one walked, the other limped, off into one of the quieter lounge areas and sat down staring at each other.
