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It was late and it had been a tedious day, but she knew he would always be waiting for her.
Robin clutched on to the sharp, metal bannister as she climbed up the soggy stairs to the office. She was in ache all over from a long and wet day of surveillance. To make matters worse, the unexpected but harsh rain of March had twisted her discreet umbrella inside out.
Robin felt the desperate need for a warm and overly sweet cuppa. She glanced at her small wrist-watch. 21:43. Her bear of a man would be catching up on the footy highlights. Robin felt a wave of affection wash over her as she allowed herself to imagine Cormoran’s large frame sunk into the depths of the compact frame of his cheap armchair; clutching a bottle of Doom Bar in one hairy paw, and a Bensons&Hedges in the other.
The duo’s serene relationship had begun on the night of her birthday in the almost movie-like gesture of a peck on the threshold of her door. From then on, it had been pleasant and steady (the complete opposite of whatever she had with Twatthew). She snickered to herself as she recalled Cormoran’s once private nickname for her ex. Once private. They were gradually driving out of there pining ways.
As she reached the landing, Robin reluctantly shook the useless fabric. In doing so, a few rogue droplets had sprung all over her slim form.
“Ah, I’ll deal with that later”, she thought, and dumped it on the floor. Robin’s mind was set on a relaxing cup of tea, and maybe even a relaxing cup of Corm..
As Robin approached the door, gradually shaking her navi peacoat and scarf off in the process, her detectives senses immediately came to light as she saw not one, but a batch of faint, orangey glows behind the foggy glass.
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