A/N: The latest episode was so good. Like, I haven't actually laughed that much in ages. And now for our new weekly segment where we talk about how good Jonny looks in each episode. As good as he looks in a suit, I love it when they put him in casual clothes.

I wave to the office receptionist before stepping out onto the street. Cars and people pass but I just can't bring myself to start going home, it's lonely in the flat; even when Jonny wasn't moved in, he was still there most days and now it was just me. We had spoken briefly the other night, he apologised again and I told him I'd been in the under stairs cupborad whilst he spoke with Liz and had heard everything he'd said. I think he knows I'm not angry, I just needed a bit more time. I look to my left where the crappy bench is usually never occupied, but there is the exact man I was talking about. Jonny Goodman is sat outside my work with a bouquet of flowers.

"The lady at Morrisons help you then?" I joke, walking past his to sit next to him

"Yeah actually. I was staring at the rose's section and she took pity on me,"

"And yet, I see no roses," I smile up at him

"She was adamant that was far too cliché and may make you want to murder me even more,"

"I don't want to murder you,"

"No?"

"Na. I get it; you were a morron and a dick and a fuckhead and a dickmonkey,"

"I think w're don ewith the insults," he interupts

"But you didn't mean to do it," I take the flowers from him "You have many months of making it up to me though,"

"Of course," Jonny breaks out in a smile "Starting now," he stands up and puts his hand out for me to take "Would you, Lizzie Anderson accompany to a surprise location which you will guess within 3 minutes of walking?"

"Oh of course I will," I say sarcastically but genuinely smile as he helps me up and I link my arm in his.

"So, how was 3 weeks with your parents?"

"Oh, I left them 5 days in," I laugh "I've been hoping between friends' places," I go to apologise but he stops me "No, I fucked up and deserved it. You shouldn't be apologising. I should and this is only the start of my brilliant plan," he kisses my forehead

"Oh god, you have a plan?"

"Yep!"

"One that starts with the fish and chip shop?"

"Told you you'd guess it," I laugh and lean my head against his shoulder, happy again. Yeah, he'd been a dick but he was trying and if fish and chips and Morrisons flowers were how it started, I'm not too mad.