Chris could have almost leapt the bar in a single motion he felt so relieved.  But instead he forced himself to be calm...even though their was a warmth flowing through his body he managed to get himself a large measure of a local scotch and walk around to the other side of the bar, sitting down beside Amy.<br/><br/>"It is, very good" he mumbled around his first mouthful of the pie, feeling the warmth almost down to his toes.  He looked over at Amy - every small detail of her face seemed to etch themselves into his mind.  She was beautiful...and more and more all he could think of was dragging her upstairs.