Patsy glances up at the clock, nervously adding another hairpin. It's incredibly rare that Delia and her get to go out properly, so infrequently do their days off coincide, and she's determined to make an effort for her girlfriend.
It's only when she digs a hairpin in sharply enough to cause a small 'ouch' that a comforting hand rests itself on her back. "Calm down," comes the Welsh voice from beside her. "You look wonderful, and we'd enjoy ourselves even with you wearing a potato sack."
Patsy automatically relaxes. "If anybody here would look pretty in a potato sack, it's you."
"Is that a challenge?"
"If you like. Now do tell me what's hidden behind your back, the curiosity is overwhelming."
Delia rolls her eyes and grins, handing a bouquet of amaryllis flowers to Patsy. "I almost waited until we were out, but I know how you worry about public affection."
"What do they mean?"
For the first time in their flower-giving habits, Delia blushes. "Well, it's a little corny, but they mean beauty. And, to me, you're the most beautiful thing there is, so it seemed fitting."
Patsy stops before smiling shyly.
"I really love you, Delia Busby."
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