"Can we talk later? I really need to get back to my station—sorry!" Before he could press further, Sophie hurried off.
Today, like most days, she finished very late. When she finally walked out of the restaurant with her bag on her back, Archibald was already waiting under the awning in the corridor. He had clearly been there for a long time.
"Sophie! Why do you finish so late?" The moment he saw her, a bright smile spread across his face.
"Is something the matter?" Sophie pressed her fist against her aching lower back over and over, exhaustion written all over her face.
"Your mother's affairs have only just settled, and now you've moved again and changed jobs—I'm really worried about you!" Archibald guided her across the street to where his sports car was parked.
