OK, the picture of Molly is not really appropriate unless she represents the look I probably got from the mother in this little poem from 1987. In fact when Molly was a young mother she used to watch the kittens playing, and if one got a bit rough she used to clout one of them (it didn't matter which). One day our puppy was man-handling a little cat (who was lapping it up) and Molly went over and clouted - you guessed - the cat!
They took a table
Sat there in the slanting sun.
I tried in vain
To find the downward eyes of one.
But after toast
She risked a fluttered smile at me,
Just when her mothers eyes
Were closed in tea.
But like two grains of sand
That met once in the hourglass waist,
We were two lines
In separate memories chased.
An actual 'bed & breakfast' encounter somewhere in the south of England, but I don't remember much about the girl except that she didn't smile at me. This 'romantic' phase of writing didn't last long either.