<blockquote>She steps forward before she loses her nerve, listening to the old bell jingle above the door as she pushes it open.
“Welcome to Rose Apothe - oh.”
He’s just as beautiful as he remembers, eyes wide, lips rounded in surprise.
“Hello, David,” she replies. Her palms are starting to sweat and she wipes them on her jeans, adjusting the strap of the tote bag looped around her wrist.
“Rachel."
Or, Rachel finds something in her closet she thinks Patrick might want to have.</blockquote>
