It's a lovely evening. A perfect evening. Full of laughter and smiles,
Despite my 'permission', Borje doesn't try to touch more than my hand, just for a moment twining fingers around mine, giving them a squeeze as he looks into my eyes. "You're so shy, Georgie." His head inclines. "You pretend you're not. But it's all an act... Or is it just me you're shy with?"
"I... I'm not very good with people. If I don't talk, I can't say the wrong thing. I don't mean to, but I always seem to try to... to..."
He's barely hiding his grin. "To take control?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry. As I've mentioned, and as you spotted Day One, I take after my father. Do you know what that's like?"
The grin morphs to a thoughtful expression. "In fact, I do. For what it is worth, I'll say that while I realise you respect your father. A great deal..." He blinks, lowering his eyes, then raising them again to mine. "You look like your father's daughter, but you don't behave like him. Not truly."