Assumpta stood wearily behind the bar, business wasn't exactly booming. An elderly couple were sipping coffee in the corner but they were close to leaving. The last week had dragged by, days passing monotonously, too much time to think. She had been oddly lonely. Assumpta started as Peter walked in, he was taller than she remembered.

"Hiya." He smiled warmly. "Where is everyone?"

"Padraigs watching some footy match with Kevin, and Siobhan and Brendan have gone to Cilldargan for dinner."

Peter raised his eyebrows. She smiled.

"What's on the menu tonight? I'm starving."

Assumpta leaned towards him.

"Traditionally cured Scottish salmon with creamy mustard and dill sauce." Her voice was alluring; her gaze captivating.

Peter's mouth was watering. His resolve, so recently strengthened, was fading fast but he had to keep his feelings to himself. Assumpta wasn't making it easy.