This is the twenty-seventh entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
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“Why are you here?”
“Simply reminding you of an outstanding —” her gaze darted away. “Where did you get that?”
“I’m sorry, how rude of me,” he drawled. “Care for a sandwich?”
She shoved past him and picked up the ribbon-tied container with trembling fingers. “Where?”
“A kind, old lady.”
A little smile of recognition touched her face.
Something struck him. A familiarity suddenly unravelled, a very recent history her unexpected joy brought to him.
“Emily,” he mused.
“Why did you leave?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I’m no fool, Ms Charleston. I believe our roles have been reversed.”