A lady I used to share smiles with in the public library, stepped right in front of me one day and pushed a piece of paper into my hand.
"That's my address, if you'd like to come over this evening, it will be just you and me", she said winking.
I was all of a dither all afternoon, then I plucked up the courage and went to her house and knocked at the door.
She invited me in and put a paint roller in my hand, then pointed to the paint tray and then gestured at the walls.
I did get a nice cup of tea though.