Who: Jones Dennis and Nora Thompson
What: bumping into each other
Where:Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour
When: Friday afternoon, after she's finished up with work
It had been an extremely long week, and Nora was glad that it was over. She loved her students to bits, but since November she'd been incapable of keeping up with their energy. Between vomiting and bloating and all of the other delightful things that come with pregnancy, Nora was at her wit's end. But the end of the week was here, she'd made it and now it was time to celebrate. And hey, she'd earned it; she was nearly 14 weeks pregnant which meant she was practically out of her first trimester.
She sighed as she looked over the menu, her hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt; she was secretly wondering if her stomach was noticeable to everyone else or if she was just being paranoid. And if she could actually
focus for a second, she would be able to pick what she wanted to have, but it all looked good and she was so indecisive and--oh Merlin, did they really have apple pie ice cream? And...ooh, every flavor. Maybe she would get lucky and get stuck with beef jerky or something. That sounded really good right now.
It only took a few minutes after ordering for her number to be called, and in all of her excitement to eat her freshly scooped goodness she turned around
right into someone, upsetting her ice cream onto her shirt and making her nearly lose her balance. "Bleeding hell," she swore to herself as she looked at the ice cream now on the floor, before sighing. "I'm really sorry. I hope I didn't get any on you," she said, finally looking up at the bloke standing in front of her.
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