A couple of minutes later Danny admits defeat, returning to the restaurant with an open top button and loosely-tied tie, which he runs a hand self-consciously down when he reaches their table.

"Sorry for the wait," he says, gaze flicking to hers as he pulls his chair out to take his seat. The waiter's arm suddenly appears in front of him with fresh bread and he pulls back, dragging his napkin off the table. "What was wrong with the other bread?"