The rain had caught him too, but only briefly, so the drops sat on the expensive silk of his jacket in small crystal globules that could easily be brushed away. He was tall and she wasn’t, the top of her head barely reaching his chin, so she had to tilt her head to look into his face. A couple of the entourage gathered around him shuffled their feet when they picked up on the sudden tension flowing through the air. A small silence developed while she held out the wallet and he ignored it. But he did not take his eyes off her face. It was sheer reaction that sent his hands up to pat his pockets. ‘Could y-you please check if it’s y-yours?’ ‘I th-think you dropped th-this when you bumped into me just n-now.’ Nervously she held out the wallet towards him. He took it all in seemingly without needing to remove his gaze from her blushing face. Her face was wet, not to mention her jean-clad legs and trainers. In a single thick plait, dripped water down her back.
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