Dionisia was not sure how to take the sudden end to the conversation, but sudden pang in her chest suggested she was, at the very least, taken aback by it. She glanced over her shoulder, now all too conscious of how long they’d been standing together in the moving crowd of shoppers. Her cheeks were tinged with pink when she look back towards him.
“Oh—um—yes,” she muttered bringing her basket in front of her, both hands clasped over the handle. “I mustn’t be late to the Apothecary, anyways. It was good to see you.”
“Oh—um—yes,” she muttered bringing her basket in front of her, both hands clasped over the handle. “I mustn’t be late to the Apothecary, anyways. It was good to see you.”
