Beth was standing at the gate with her case when I arrived the next morning, and I hugged her as usual, giving a conspiratorial lift of my eyebrows. "Kissing can wait till later," she grinned.
She turned and waved to her mum as I put her case in the boot, then slid into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt and looking at me demurely. "So my knight in shining armour has come to sweep me up into his saddle and ride off with me."
I chuckled. "That has definite possibilities -- 'Oh, sir, what are you doing'?"
We set off, and Beth studied the map on her phone. "It's a beautiful drive."
"I remember there's a place we can stop for lunch not long after we turn off the ring road," I nodded.
I concentrated on the traffic, and we were quickly out of town and driving through fields. "Look," pointed Beth, and I glanced up to see the unmistakeable outline of a kite overhead, its forked tail twisting to steady itself in the breeze. "There are kestrels on the bluff above where we're going, I think."
We chatted as we always did on long journeys, pointing out things to look at, remembering other holidays, and it wasn't long before I spotted the sign I'd been waiting for, slowing to pull into the car park.
Beth took my hand as we walked towards the café, and glanced across at me. "So -- what's our story?" she queried with a grin.
"Not sure what you mean?"
"Well, we can be anything we want on this trip when we're not in private, can't we... We could go back a couple of steps, be friends who are just on the verge of becoming lovers, let anyone who's watching wonder how long -- if -- we're going to take the plunge."
"I like this," I chuckled. "What are the other possibilities?"
"I guess just a couple on their summer holiday," Beth shrugged.
A grin spread itself slowly across her face. "Or it could be our honeymoon..."
I blinked. "Wow. Hold that thought -- that could definitely be fun. What about rings, though?"
"We go through that other town on the way," Beth ventured. "Maybe there's a jeweller's, we can see if there's anything we like."
We reached the café door, and I let Beth go ahead. A waitress with a lace-edged apron looked up as we entered. "A table for two?"
"Please."
We sat down, and Beth studied the menu. "Mm -- baked potato with cheese sounds good."
"I fancy the chilli," I nodded. "Coffee?"
"Sure."
I ordered for us, then relaxed, looking round. One or two other tables were occupied, and I saw an older couple glancing at us, then the wife whispering to her husband, smiling. Playing to the first suggestion we'd talked about, I reached my hand across the table to touch Beth's fingers hesitantly, then withdrew as she looked up. "Sorry."
Beth shook her head, her eyes dancing. "It's fine." As though unconsciously, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. The waitress arrived with our coffee, and I spooned sugar into Beth's cup, stirring it before sliding the cup across the table towards her. She picked it up and sipped, her eyes on my face as though oblivious to anything else around her.
The waitress gave the older couple their bill, and they paid, then made their way out with a last glance back at us. "I think we convinced them," Beth chuckled.
Our food arrived, and Beth mixed her cheese in with the potato before taking a bite. "Mm, it's good."
We finished our meal and I paid the bill while Beth visited the ladies' room. "OK, let's get going," she smiled.
When we were back on the road, Beth put her handbag on her lap and reached into it. My eyes widened at the flash of red silk between her fingers, and she chuckled. "I remembered you liked this last time I did it. Just to give your imagination something to work on..."
I grinned. "Mm, definitely."
We reached the next small town, and Beth pointed. "Look, there's a jeweller's."
I drew up in the nearest parking spot, and we walked back to the shop, the bell tinkling as I held the door open for Beth.
"Can I help you?" the grey-haired jeweller queried, removing the loupe from his eye.
Beth glanced at me. "We're looking for matching plain rings -- we're really hoping you've got something in our sizes in stock."
He smiled. "I'm sure I can find something to suit."
He pulled trays from under the glass counter. "These ones are what we call 'D' shaped, they're our most popular style. Or there are these others, called 'court' style -- they're a little more expensive but some people prefer them for comfort."
"Can I try the court one?" Beth asked, and he took her left hand briefly, looking at her ring finger. "I think..."
He selected a ring from the tray, and held it out to me. "Perhaps you'd like to help your young lady try it on."
Beth offered her hand, and I slipped the ring on. "Seems to fit nicely."
I looked up, and my heart jumped as I saw unmistakeable tears in the corner of Beth's eyes. She blinked them away, and nodded. "It feels perfect."
"This is the matching one," the jeweller offered, and Beth slid the ring onto my finger. "Is that OK, Tim?"