She puts the object into his hand without a word.

It's a simple gold pocket watch, his initials engraved on the front. Tucked inside, carefully trimmed to fit, is a picture of her in uniform.

"What's this for?" he asks.

She shrugs. Mischief dances around her eyes. "You might need it if you take up tennis."

He looks at the watch, then at her. Smiles, slow but sure. "I'll only leave it where it will cause the most scandal."

"Aye, you'd better. It was barking expensive," she says.

He grabs her hand, pulls her close, and kisses her.

She laughs.