Roscoe watched her leave and made his way towards the front door, opening it and stepping out into the bright morning sunshine. Stretching his arms he looked down the long drive first then over the horizon to the tiny wafts of smoke, the baker was hard at work he mused as he re-entered and took a quick shower. Soon dressed in a pair of black trousers, white shirt ; top two buttons undone, boots he grabbed his keys and whistled out to her.
"Ready when you are"