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A Moment's Meeting

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“Here!” I shouted to the hurrying young man. “Sir!”

He turned around, and came back, and I realized it was Fitzwilliam, who I had classes with. “Ah,” he said, taking the umbrella I had picked up. His fingers brushed against mine. “Watson, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said. “Not much need for an umbrella in this weather, I know.”

“I’ll want it later, no doubt,” said Fitzwilliam. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

We stood in the alley between school buildings for a moment, until I realized I was staring and glanced down. “I’ve a class,” said Fitzwilliam.

“I’m just coming from one.”

“You should come out tonight,” he said quickly. “There’s a pub—the Three Bells, on Starcross Street. Come any time.”

“I will,” I said at once.

He smiled at me, and ran off to his class. I stood smiling at a brick wall for a full minute before I went on my way.