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The taxi pulled up on Park Road outside Gunwharf Quays. Having swapped her regular late shift with a friend for the early at KFC, Hannah stepped out of her cab wearing jeans and a vest top, carrying a sexy dress and shoes in her bag. It was only quarter-to-eight.
Instead of standing outside Tesco Express at the entrance to Gunwharf Quays waiting for him, Hannah went through so she could walk around, then double back on herself and be there at the right time.
She loved the Quays; they were the best thing about Portsmouth. If she had to choose between Pompey and Sheffield, she would opt for her hometown, hands down, although Pompey was growing on her. Going past Café Rouge along the Millennium Walkway, Hannah passed several couples holding hands, content in their own company.
Walking
