*Leah*
In the evening, I slip out of my shop, close the door, and insert the key.
"Miss Tempest."
I give a tiny screech and press my hand to my chest, trying to keep my heart behind my ribs, I whirl around. "Mr. Solman."
He can't have been waiting for me, surely. I must have been too absorbed with locking up to notice him. He must have just rounded the corner as I was trying to sneak away, and my guilt is attributing malicious intentions to his arrival. There are still people out, going to the pub, going home. Cars, buses, and bikes travels the street. Children run rampant. Amidst all this, it's simply a coincidence that our paths cross.
After our encounter this afternoon, it's unlikely he would seek any excuse to be near me. I certainly don't want to be near him. "If you are in wan
