Evelyn nodded again. He could feel her weeping as he held her tight, not wanting to let go. He held on to her for a good two minutes, stroking her hair until the sobs subsided. When Evelyn pulled back, she stopped and stared into his eyes. He held her gaze for what felt like an age, before he moved towards her, his lips eventually meeting hers.
“Excuse me, you’re Nick Cairns, right?” asked a tall brunette woman.
Nick was setting up the mobile kitchen outside the centre, with the help of Helen, one of his volunteers. He greeted the woman’s question with a smile. “That’s me,” he answered. “And you are?” Whoever she was, she was carrying a clipboard and pen. Pretty girl, though, he thought, thinking she looked a bit like Keira Knightley.
“Daisy Ripley,” replied the woman. “I’m here to help
