Sarah Sutton originally wanted to stay, but Miles Hughes didn't give her a chance, "Come on, come on, a new Hunan restaurant has opened up front, let's go eat together!"
"But Maeve hasn't eaten yet…"
"With my brother Fairchild here, do you think Maeve will go hungry? Come on, come on, let's not disturb their work."
"...oh."
Sarah Sutton was pulled away.
The wind lifted the fallen leaves, signaling the approach of night; only then would Aurelia feel the onset of autumn. The cool breeze tousled Maeve Lane's hair; just sitting there, she became a picturesque scene in the eyes of others.
Julian Fairchild walked over and took the seat where Sarah Sutton had been sitting.
Maeve Lane, being close, could smell his cool, crisp fragrance; neither of them spoke first.
In fact, this was the first time in their two years of marriage they sat calmly on the same bench.
Maeve Lane leaned back, the cold chair back no longer felt the heat of the day.
