She saw me from the other side of the room and came straight over.

She kissed me and gave me a hug. One of those hugs that go on just a bit too long.

She then stood back and, in a raised voice, said; “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

It was all rather embarrassing and, people who know me, were twitching nervously.

I said; “It’s because I’m pleased to see you”.

There was nervous laughter amongst the spectators. I diffused the awkward scenario quite well, in my opinion.

The rest of the evening went ahead with little of note to report.

“Is that a gun…” Of course, it was a gun. I like her: but not that much