"Forgive the intrusion. I'm glad to see you're safe."
"Oh, yes. Quite safe."
"Am I right in assuming you are no longer employed Miss Pettigrew?"
"Quite correct."
"So you're free?"
"Quite free... Might you be looking for a social secretary?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Oh."
"I'm looking for you."
"Me?"
"I've been looking for you all night, and, I believe all of my life. If you'll have me?"
*swoon*
Forgive me, I must now go and cry in a corner.
Labels: Being a Chic, My pathetic excuse for a love life, stuff I like