Harry hesitated as the pair brushed past him heading for the corner with Underwood Street.
Hang on a tick, let’s have a look at this menu, Amz.
But, I don’t want just any old place, Harry, you promised somewhere special!
Shh ... keep it low, and don’t turn around too quick. Just get a gander at those two sorts down the alley. Try not to be obvious! ... Geez, Amz.
Aimee pivoted, catching the full force of a withering stare from a lanky, brunette, right put out, at the end of her tether, and itching to rumble.
Soo ... who you lookin’ at? Bloody toffee-noses, think youse own the world. Come down here and I’ll give ya what for.
Aimee retreated in embarrassment and confusion, not wanting nor knowing how to deal with confrontation. Harry winked,blew the banshee an index-finger kiss, and, chuckling, escorted Aimee into the cramped cafe.