Gwen had disappeared from her workstation shortly before quitting time, only to reappear twenty minutes later all glammed up in an elegant dress, understated jewellery and flawless make-up. Jack wolf-whistled.
“Look at you, Mrs Williams, all done up to the nines! Hot date?”
“It’s Rhys and my wedding anniversary.” She grinned her gap-toothed grin. “He’s taking me to that new restaurant.”
“I thought your anniversary was last week,” Ianto put in.
“Well, yeah, but I was sort of shrunk at the time, so we postponed it.”
“That’s Torchwood, expect the unexpected!” Jack laughed.
“If the world’s ending, don’t call me!”