He likes the little cakes best, drenched in honey like a child’s. Boorish, he’s content to shovel them one by one into his mouth with the most disturbing smacking of lips and licking of fingers. It’s all she can do to contain her revulsion as she takes dainty nibbles of her own.

Then he looks at her with those dark, penetrating eyes and follows a swig of drink with a brash; “Hey baby, what'da say we blow this popsicle stand and get something even sweeter?”

The tone of his voice is clear and she snaps back; “You’ve had quite enough.”