The feet, clad in dark tights, stop in front of him.
The umbrella lifts slowly.
And there she is, still the same.
Startlingly ridiculously, the same.
A smile playing at the corners of her lips as her eyes meet his.
He cannot speak.
He can only stare, as her name rings in his ears..
"Hello, Boot," she says.
--- The last letter from your lover-- by Jojo Moyes