"I love listening to the way you talk about things," she murmured contentedly, leaning away from him so they could both eat their food, but not going too far, of course. She wanted to be close to him always, within reach so she could hold his hand, stroke his cheek, brush her fingers through his hair. There was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind that after what they had planned for that night, being apart from him was going to become incredibly difficult.

Whenever she made her way back home, the first thing on her agenda was researching womens hairstyles from his time. With the convenience of the internet, there were likely plenty of tutorials available that would help her get the hang of things.