Yes

You push the gnawing worry aside. Ceilidh looks harmless, if slightly direct in her flirting.

She obviously cares about her magazine and her enthusiasm is quite endearing. Plus, her flannel shirt flatters her curves and the way she's biting her pink lower lip is hard to resist.

"Yeah, alright." You say, to her very clear delight. She smiles and grabs you by the hand - not forceful in any way but still leaving little room for discussion.

You're led out of the shop, noticing a sly look from the dark-skinned shopkeep as you leave. Ceilidh is already chatting happily away and you kick your brain into gear trying to snag up interesting tidbits.

Apparently she went to Queen Boudicca's school, like most other young women in town, she lives near the city center but the magazine has a rented studio near the library which is where you're headed.

Despite the brisk wind, it's a fairly idyllic time, walking hand in hand with this beautiful stranger, though you still have a feeling it will only be a matter of time.