She quickly yet gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from the shop. "You can't tell me to not cross my legs then allow me to wander into a freakin' candle shop," Diana pointed out with a little laugh. "It's all about consistency. Come on now, I'm starving." She let go of his wrist. A part of her wished he had grabbed his hand instead, merely for the sake of, well, holding his hand. 

But she knew she couldn't do that. Not here. Not as long as everything between them had to remain platonic.

She resumed the walk to Cafe Rio. Soon they could see it in the near distance.