Edith pulled her lapels up against the rain as she went to shelter in the doorway. She could barely see the road in front of her, let alone the figure crossing towards her.
She looked up into the smiling face of Anthony Strallan.
“Sir Anthony.” She smiled back.
“I thought you might like to share my umbrella.”
“How very kind of you.”
He held it over them.
“Not at all, I couldn’t leave you in the rain.”
“I never saw myself as somebody that one would cross the road to meet.”
“Well we shall have to change that.”