“Not in this place…but do you know The Chocolate Shop on Bishop Street?”
“I’ve walked past it, yes.”
Linda put on a shocked expression. “You walked past it? Without being sucked in by its choco-tractor beams? What kind of woman can resist that smell? Anyway…if you haven’t been inside you won’t know that there’s a little café area at the back; and they serve hot chocolate that’s made from real, Belgian chocolate. You can see them making it right in front of you. But I warn you…once you’ve tried it then you’ll be spoiled for life!”
Alina laughed. “Maybe you can show me sometime…but I’m buying.”
Linda’s smile grew hopeful. “That’d be great. Here…let me give you my contact info and we can figure out a time at the weekend if you’re free.”
As they exchanged details Linda reached out and st
