“I meet strange men at cafes and wonder why they’re stalking me.”  Hannah quickly retorted, surprised how easily the repartee slipped from her lips.  She blushed at the flippant remark and focused on the poppy seed muffin in front of her, hoping Andrew would talk about himself.  He seemed very self-confident and comfortable in any setting.  A vision of him, dressed as a French King in the Renaissance flashed through her mind, resplendent in satin and lace, surrounded by fawning courtiers.  Yes, he would have been royalty, and very comfortable in that role.<br/><br/>She on the other hand, felt like Hester Prynne, always under scrutiny.  As they sat across from one another, Hannah was delighted to feel like she was like any other young woman in London, enjoying a moment with a date.  From the outside, perhaps passing observers would see two young people doing just that.  Appreciating Andrew for allowing her a moment of normalcy, her heart warmed a bit to him.