'Chez Moi' was not at all what she expected it to be. It turned out to be a hip and rather intimate club for those who needed somewhere discreet to do business. "Trust Thomas to find such a cool place to do lunch she thought" and she smiled sweetly at him. She looked around her. Neat little booths made of steel and beech housed several other couples. Intrigued, she tried to listen to those in the nearest booth. But the designer, with their skilfull use of materials, had ensured you couldn't hear a thing.

Thomas had obviously pre-ordered - or was it that the lunch time choice was take it or leave it? She didn't mind; she rather enjoyed thai crab and prawn cakes with a gorgeous green salad and a chili and lime dressing.She munched it joyfully.

Suddenly, Thomas leaned forward and whispered something in rushed, hushed undertones.  He made it very clear that there was no such thing as a free lunch after all. What on earth was a girl to do? And could she comply?