A tour of sorts [[Combeferre]]

[adifferentlife]

Sybil was serious about her offer to show Henri about the city should he wish, and the hospital and college in particular. There's a cafe at the college she's suggested they meet at, a place where the tea is finally acceptable after a year of her patronage. It's a beautiful day, there's a crispness in the air that can only herald the onset of autumn. She loves this weather, it's her favourite time of year, and something she's very glad still happens here in Darrow.

She has a table outside, a pot of tea sitting half-empty in front of her. The sun is warm enough that she's slung her cardigan over the back of her chair in a manner she considers rather haphazard even still. Her notes for pharmacology lay in front of her, mostly untouched. It's too nice a day to study and she's rather looking forward to the company she's been promised.

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[adifferentlife]

"It is," she admits, her words slightly rueful. Even with the brief turn in their conversation the day has been a pleasant one, and she doesn't truly want it to end. But as much as it must the fact they have made plans cheers her. "I have enjoyed today a great deal, Henri."

[jaimemieux]

"As have I, Sybil. Even more than I had expected." Her Christian name felt strangely informal on his tongue, but right, somehow, as though they had always been meant to meet. As if this were merely a re-acquaintance, after years and years apart.

Not that Henri Combeferre believed in such things.

When they paused outside the building's nondescript door, Combeferre dipped his head in a small bow, hands clasped behind his back. "Au revoir, mademoiselle."

[adifferentlife]

"Au revoir, monsieur." She smiles at him, dropping slightly in a curtsey in response. She doesn't want to go inside, but she knows that she should. There will be another time, they've planned for that. "I look forward to next time."