Pulling her coat closer around her Sarah looks left then right. She scans the crowd for the red jacket she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye. Her heart beats faster. Stephen? Here?
She’s tempted to shout his name. Would he welcome the intrusion or recoil from her in disgust?
A light drizzle begins to fall from the gray, overcast sky. The man in the red jacket turns and scans the crowd. She puts her hand on the door of the shop and struggling tugs it open.
Stephen slowly turns and continues walking. She breathes a sigh of relief.