And sure enough, Gilbert is there, sat on one of the benches, sleeves glittering in the breeze that rolls down the tracks from the mountains, hands clasped together. He imagines he might look like one of those gents from a noir film, if his tailoring were halfway to decent.
When she arrives, he greets her with a nod.
"Gilbert Fitzroy. You have my apologies for the brusqueness earlier."
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And sure enough, Gilbert is there, sat on one of the benches, sleeves glittering in the breeze that rolls down the tracks from the mountains, hands clasped together. He imagines he might look like one of those gents from a noir film, if his tailoring were halfway to decent.
When she arrives, he greets her with a nod.
"Gilbert Fitzroy. You have my apologies for the brusqueness earlier."