“Hi” he said “how are you?”
Turning her head she looked at him quizzically.
He smiled, a familiar smile.
“I didn’t recognise you” she said. He’d changed, aged.
Fourteen years but he recognised her, even from the back.
Did that mean the spark was still there or she hadn’t changed?
She didn’t want to know.
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