Amy obeys [Route C]

Amy's face is crestfallen as she traipses over to the head of the table. Mr Barshford settles next to you and gives you a smile. You try and smile back - this could be a lonnnng meal.

The food is delicious and to your surprise Mr Barshford even cracks open the bottle of proseco. After a glass everybody starts to relax.

Mr Barshford soon hits you with a barrage of questions about your studies and the future. You can feel the sweat building on your brow, and by the time everyone has finished their first course you are still only halfway through your meal due to having to answer so many questions!

Seeing your discomfort Mrs B meekly tries to distract her husband by changing the subject, but with no luck. She even reaches across the table and tries to take his hand, but he moves it out of her reach keeping his focus on you.

"Honey, just relax now," she says, "That's enough of that talk, poor boy let him eat his dinner."

"Nonsense, we're just having a chat."

"Please, just relax," she says again in a more flirtatious voice.

At this point you feel something soft and warm touch your leg.

You think someone has accidentally nudged you under the tight confines of the table but it begins to rub up and down on your lower calf. Looking up it can either be Mrs B opposite you, or Mirry the Grandma diagonally opposite.