The hand swept up two lumps of the brownest sugar she had seen for years. Rich darkness dropped like plums into her coffee cup without the faintest splash. You have done this before Katherine wanted to say, but the wind was still so very cold and she skirted around her cup with the silver spoon, faded and shy.
‘No one has bought me a coffee for months.Years! ‘ Her leaky voice , rusty with neglect. ‘Thankyou.’
The dark eyes considered her over the rim of her large cup. Green flecks tinged with gold.
‘And I can tie laces in the middle of a lake.”