She looked down at her bandaged foot and grimaced, not with pain—although it was throbbing a little from the unaccustomed exercise of riding a bike—but at how it spoiled the effect of the lovely sleeveless print dress she was wearing. She had gotten dressed and carefully made up after dinner, then decided there was no point in going to the bookstore until it was nearer to closing time. She wanted him all to herself.
However by eight-thirty she had been overcome with impatience to see him and hopped on her bike. And now she’d have to wait more than half an hour for the store to close.
