Ancient eyes, tempered in the light and quenched in the darkness of near epochs, squinted against the beam of his swaying flashlight as it played across the shoulder. She saw wider and deeper than any mortal could fathom and night held no terrors for her. He made some jest about timing, something she didn’t quite understand, but let it pass. Too often this modern lingo could have been a different language.
As the man drew closer and she heard him use an old name, one that she’d only recently breathed life into again, her eyes widened to sparkle in the night. It took Hanna a second, but soon, a sharp grin sliced across her lips. It was the boy from the party, the waiter she’d sent to fetch Pippa. “I have a job for you.” She mused, harking back to the gala. Her tone edged curious, acknowledging the coincidence. He’d proven himself once, maybe again.
As the man drew closer and she heard him use an old name, one that she’d only recently breathed life into again, her eyes widened to sparkle in the night. It took Hanna a second, but soon, a sharp grin sliced across her lips. It was the boy from the party, the waiter she’d sent to fetch Pippa. “I have a job for you.” She mused, harking back to the gala. Her tone edged curious, acknowledging the coincidence. He’d proven himself once, maybe again.