I was there at six.”

A maple leaf came down and landed on the toe of his shoe.

He did not brush it off, and she watched it sit there.

“I saw you yesterday,” he said.

“In the atrium.

I didn’t want to make a scene in front of a hundred people.”

“I wasn’t the one making one.”

He nodded as if she had agreed with him, so she turned her head and looked at him properly for the first time in thirteen years.