The waiting game

She pulled up a chair and sat there for a good ten minutes looking at those mince pies, waiting for AlfeeTee and I to join her.

At first she was cheerful but as her patience wore thin so did her smile. By the time we turned up with our lovely fresh coffees (these were brunch mince pies) her demeanour was distinctly chilly. As were the mince pies. Whoops sorry Alice, back in the oven they go :-)