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When he emerges from the bathroom she is awake, propped up against the
pillows and flicking through the travel brochures that were beside his bed. She is
wearing one of his T-shirts, and her long hair is tousled in a way that prompts
reflexive thoughts of the previous night. He stands there, enjoying the brief
flashback, rubbing the water from his hair with a towel.
She looks up from a brochure and pouts. She is probably slightly too old to
pout, but they’ve been going out a short enough time for it still to be cute.
‘Do we really have to do something that involves trekking up mountains...