Draco glanced down at himself, ensuring that his glamour still held, just as his mate rounded the corner from the nearest apparition point. Her cheeks were flushed, her outfit and makeup just the slightest bit disarrayed to the well-trained eye. After three years, he liked to think he knew her tells decently well. He perched himself on a park bench facing the restaurant as the hostess led her to an empty table for two.