“Aren’t you glad we’re finished for the day?” Andrew sighed, approaching Claire as she opened the clinic’s door after ushering their last patient out. “I, for one, am compeletely tired out. Would you care to join me for a cup of tea before you go? I have some spare cookies my housekeeper baked for me the other day.”
She just kept staring at him, not saying anything; then she nodded, while she endearingly bit her lower lip.
Andrew closed the door behind them, and attempted to bring in conversation again. “So, how have you been doing with your rehearsals lately? Are you going to play some songs of yours?”
“Y-yes.” Claire answered, tentatively. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you I was going to perform at…”