Chapter Seven - Pat“Hello again.”
Lily…
“Oh!” You blink, with that moment of hesitation that says you know you know me but can’t think from where. “Hello.”
I smile. “We met a few days ago. At the market. You dropped your bag.”
My Lily…
Your face clears. “Oh, yes. You helped me pick up my stuff.”
“That’s right.”
I’m about to continue, but the shopkeeper interrupts me. “That’ll be three-sixty, please.” He bags up some chick-mag you’ve picked out, along with bread and eggs while you rummage for change in your purse. As you turn to hand him the money and take your goods, your hair swings, long and glossy and black, and the scent of you carries with the slight movement of the air.
I paint on a half-assed grin. “Don’t drop them this time, will you.”
You flash a smile at my joke. “I won’
