“Right,” said Jack, “restaurant dates keep going wrong, so let’s try something simpler. We’ll get takeaway, a six-pack, and find a secluded rooftop somewhere so we can enjoy the view without interruption. What do you say?”
“Sounds good,” Ianto agreed with a smile.
Both of them casually dressed, they queued for their food then stepped out of the chip shop to be confronted by a clamouring mob, begging Jack for his autograph.
Ianto sniggered behind his hand.
“I’ve always thought you looked a lot like him,” he teased unhelpfully as Jack tried to explain that he really wasn’t John Barrowman.