The flower shop was filled with the sweet scent of roses and lilies.
Marcel's eyes scanned the room and they fell on a woman behind the counter, making a lovely bouquet.
As she tucked in the lilacs in a vase, she didn't look up. Her hands moved precisely as she focused on each movement.
"Hello, I'm looking for Sarah Hastings," Marcel said, stepping closer.
"It depends on who's asking." She said.
"Marcel," he stuttered. "Marcel Cross."
Her hands paused as she slowly looked up.
Her face went pale and she dropped the stem of roses to the floor.
Her eyes met his, his gaze piercing and intense. "Marcel?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"
Marcel tilted his head in realisation, a mix of surprise and nostalgia washing over him. "Sarah?" he muttered, his eyes scanning her face.
She looked very different now, her long brown hair cut into a shoulder-length bob that framed her heart-shaped face.
