Brief Encounter
Brief Encounter Even sprawled on the pavement the young woman looked quite lovely. "Are you alright? Here, let me help you." She lent on my arm and raised herself rather unsteadily to her feet. "Thank you! I must apologise. It was these heels. I'm still not used to them." "No, it was all my fault. Sorry, I shouldn't have bumped into you." I stooped to retrieve her bag. It was leather, with a gold chain shoulder strap. The heels were spikes on leather boots that came to...