Martha's grin widens. "A gem?" The last person who made her feel so special was Sam. Sam who she was not going to think about because that would ruin what was turning out to be a lovely evening.

"I don't know that I'm a gem. Slightly tipsy perhaps, but the wine was so good..." Why is she selling herself short? Shut up Martha.

They reached her door and she turned to him... a little shy.

"Do you want to come in for a moment? I could put the kettle on."