Author's note: I really have no idea what is going on with this story at this point. Frankly I'm letting whatever happens happen. Any creative directions, corrections, comments, or thoughts would be appreciated.
Gertrude had snapped a picture of their kiss, along with a few more throughout the date.
"I hope that pretty Miss Sato likes the picture we got for her." Olivia said, and Gertrude nodded.
"I still feel bad, snooping on them like this. It's their private dinner after all."
"Yea but imagine if we had pictures of our first date. And Miss Sato said that she has been building them a scrap book for years." Gertrude nodded.
"That whole Torchwood gang is pretty close knit." Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Well considering they all seem to be coupled up." Gerty snickered.
"So is their last surprise ready?" Olivia clapped her hands.
"Yes! I nearly forgot about that. What would I do without you?" She cradled her wife's face in her hands, and Gertrude laughed.
"Have better hips, more fine china, less headaches, and comfortable seaside villa that your husband would have bought you." Olivia shook her head.
"Then I am extremely glad that I have you." The two women stepped once more into the brisk air, to see Ianto and Jack engrossed in each other's eyes. Almost as if they were speaking without words.
"Ready?"
"Yep."