The night was deep and the restaurant had long closed.
The woman closed the shop door and then began to clean up. This was her daily task; sometimes, she would be at it until midnight, all by herself.
She remembered the little girl's words from earlier in the day and felt both uneasy and a faint sense of anticipation.
What does it mean to reunite with an acquaintance?
Would it be who she thought it might be?
If it was, then no matter how terrifying, she wouldn't be afraid.
Lost in thought, a gust of wind blew through the door crack, as if someone was knocking on the shop door.
"We're closed. Please come back tomorrow…"
Suddenly, she remembered she had to leave early in the morning with that man, and biting her lip, she fell silent.
The wind outside the shop really did quiet down.
