O Rock!

I don’t wish to be callous or unfeeling. Go out if you like, but don’t expect anything, even if we find the packet.

Actually, it is a large padded envelope that the man she follows into the café drops onto the table, then proceeds to undo. He has to break its seal.

She drums her fingers on her chin, watching him.

Her heart beats heavily, for which she is repaid in kind.

A thousand years are accounted for as he turns it upside down, empties out a dime, a penny, a penny, a dime, a dime, a dime. He empties out Time because of her. I am paying attention. Do you have to?

I hate it when you’re like this.