“Mom, I saw you looking again at him.” Said Vivianne as soon as the door closed. Walking through the hall, her mother became a little bit red on her cheeks. “No, I did not look at him,” protested Harriet. And they walked further, out of the building.
Then, they heard footsteps running their way. It was from David. “Is this your wallet, Harriet?”
Looking to the wallet and then to David, again and again. “Yes, it is mine. It must have been fallen on the floor when I searched for my car keys. Thanks.” She took her wallet from David while their finger tops touched each other. …