Story no. 30. Progress! And 3/30 for April, and this time it’s actually still April 3rd even in Switzerland!
Beatrice saw the man with the glasses and the shaved head again a week later. She refused to admit to herself that she had deliberately called Mr. Billings with questions about her contract that could only be resolved in person so that she could wander the UCL campus hopefully.
But her embarrassment withered when she saw him across the yard. “Hullo! Excuse me! Sir!”
The moment he caught sight of her his whole body seemed to expand. “Oh! It is you . . . ! The woman from the, er, the – “
“The toilet, yes.” Beatrice stopped in front of him, gasping, and realized she’d been running. “Pardon – “
“My name is Khirlaeon,” he said, bowing. “Erabach Khirlaeon. Do you want to shake hands as well? I felt very stupid when I realized we had not exchanged names.”
“Shaking hands is nice – I did as well – my name’s Beatrice B. Smithwick,” she said, holding out a hand and laughing.