Corned Beef

"Hey."
She looked up and her eyes widened slightly.  Play it cool, she thought.  "Oh, hello."
"What are you working on?"  He sat down next to her, looking over her shoulder.
"It's..." she looked down at the paper.  "I'm not sure.  A shamrock?  I guess I was just doodling."
"Well, it's certainly the day for it." He smiled.  Her pen clattered to the floor and she rummaged hastily under the table, hiding her blushing face.  When she emerged, they sat in silence for a moment.
"Would -"
"D'you - "
She laughed.  "Sorry, go ahead."
"Do you like corned beef?"
"Oh yeah.  It's odd, I usually crave salt the way most people crave sugar."
"I know a place with good beef and good bread.  Would you like to go for a sandwich or something later on?"
She bit the inside of her lip briefly to prevent herself grinning like an idiot.  "Well, I'm a fan of good beef.  Sure.  I'd love to."
He smiled and she nearly dropped her pen again.  "I'll pick you up."