He breaks the silence. “D’you know, I read somewhere, that only one woman in ten can wink.”
“You certainly are a mine of information Mr... ”
“Green. Simon Green,” he informs her. “And you? What’s your name?”
She appears to be in a bit of a dream. “Sarah. Sarah Adams,” she finally replies.
“Beautiful name,” he says.
“Did you read that somewhere?” she says, “the ‘beautiful name’ thing?”
“How did you know?” he replies.
He looks at her. She gives him a slow wink to indicate that she is only joking with him. He puts on a shy smile that quickly turns into a warm grin. They lean, slightly closer, to each other.
“Did you say you’re going to Strickham?” he asks her, now with some confidence in his voice.
“Yes, I think I can pick up a connection in Southlee,” she says.
They head into the village and he parks the car just outside the deserted train station. She moves, to get out of the car.
“No wait... I’ll go and... check on your train,” he says. “You never know, you might have to wait a few minutes.” He taps his fingers, rapidly, on the steering-wheel, nervously. “We could have a cup of coffee?”
“Ok,” she replies. He gets out of the car, and walks, purposely, towards the station-platform leaving Sarah sitting in the passenger-seat of the car. As he is just about to enter the platform-area, Simon sees a group of policemen, talking together, standing at the other side of the line, in the distance. He becomes anxious at their presence and decides not to draw attention to himself. He keeps well back, and doesn't hang around for long.
