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Kathy had been waiting glumly at the bus stop for ten minutes when she noticed a posh vehicle slowing down at the traffic lights. She frowned, wondering why the car seemed familiar. The driver turned his head and saw her just as she was about to look away. He obviously recognised her too because he cocked his head, smiling, then pointed, indicating he would pull over.

The penny dropped and Kathy felt a bit flustered. It was nice of him to stop, she supposed, but it wasn’t really necessary. Nevertheless, from politeness, she lost her place in the queue to approach him. She recalled he’d introduced himself but could only dredge up his surname. It had stuck in her mind because of a contrast with his fair hair.

‘Hello, Mr Raven,’ Kathy greeted him with a smile. Last time they’d met in dim lamplight and she’d been bleary-eyed with tiredness, but she recalled thinking him good-looking. She hadn’t changed her opinion on seeing him more clearly. ‘Have you got over the shock yet of being my apprentice?’