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“Good luck with that,” she scoffed Even on a Thursday night, Soho would be packed

Of course, he found a spot not two doors down fro at Typical

He jumped out, rounded the car and opened the door for her “Let’s go,” he said “I’”

With a sigh, she climbed out of the car Honestly, there wasn’t a whole lot she could do other than co people to keep their distance didn’t seeure out what did

As they walked to the restaurant, he took her hand

Rachel tried to tug free of his hold, but it was useless “There’s no one around,” she told him “We don’t have to pretend we’re in a relationship”

“Rachel,” he drawled, “I’ve told you a good spy never breaks cover”

It was co

The tapas bar had barely any frontage and a sign that needed a good repaint It wasn’t reassuring

“There’s h that would ease her mind

He placed a hand on the sh the open door The décor was “explosion of color”, with a variety of bright tablecloths on different-sized and -shaped tables, s on each one, andthe walls The chairs, floor, and table legs were all the same dark wood Which just made Rachel think how easy it would be to hide stains

She shuddered If she touched anything sticky, she was going straight home “Do you deliberately hunt down all the places in London that decorate by throwing everything they have at the room?”

“No, but now that I think about it, maybe I should”

A cheery blonde waitress with a Polish accent led theht at the back of the room, where the space widened out to three tiht blue cloth, yelloers and, thankfully, no sticky residue anywhere

“How about we do one of everything?” Harvard asked her as the waitress offered them the laminated menus