He shrugged one shoulder. “It’s been pretty much like this all week. Sorry.”
She smiled and repositioned her handbag strap on her shoulder. “Is there a better time maybe?”
“I don’t know. I mean...”
“That’s OK. See you around.”
She left before her eyes turned into leaky taps again.
Dan had definitely said any time. As bad as let’s do lunch. Or the payment’s in the system.
Lying should be made illegal.
Harriet exited as fast as she could to Hampstead High Street, the land of gourmet bites, pricey fashions, exquisite antiques, and the myriad lovely things that other people had in their lives.
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