She snapped the light on.
“You’ll ruin your eyes.”
He quickly flicked to another screen as she approached.
“Usual garbage,” he muttered, rising from his chair. “I’ll lock up, shall I?”
She lingered after he’d gone, before tentatively pressing the email icon. Her lips tightened.
“I’m needed in Tokyo next week,” he said as he returned, placing an arm round her waist. “Problems with the deal… don’t mind do you?”
“Just say you’ll come back to me,” she said, leaning into his embrace.
“Haven’t I always?” he teased, “twenty years now.”
Would that ever be enough? she wondered.
A lovely photo prompt from Doug McIlroy this week – just love those slippers. 🙂 Friday Fictioneers is gearing up again this week, with Rochelle at the wheel. I don’t know how you find the time to do this Rochelle, but I’m very glad you do.