She was looking out of the window, sipping coffee, watching the fog drift by.
Her phone buzzed; she picked it up.
Him: Do you expect to be home late?
Her: Not if I can get the Bamford contract signed off by the boss. You?
Him: No. Forgot to ask, is Friday still on?
Her: Don’t know, I’ll ask her lunchtime.
Him: I may get a chance to come by for lunch today.
Her: Oh! Really?
Him: Yep. Have papers to drop off during morning.
Her: Canteen or go out?
Him: Depends how much time I have.
Her: Let me know later.
Him: Sure. Later then.
Her: OK. I’ll have to…
She never saw the truck.
