Her long, slender fingertips paused. Tracing little circles with the tip of her index finger, she hummed quietly. 'I wonder if he'll be here today,' she mused.
Long, dark lashes brushed the apple of her cheeks; and the image of a tall male, of slight build, in a grey cardigan, half buttoned up with striped sleeves rolled up to the elbow began to take shape. A sharp, earthy scent wafted her way.
He's here.
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