Headed back to the Hub, it took Owen a moment to realise Tosh wasn’t with him. Turning around, he spotted her looking into a shop window and trudged back to join her.
”Hmmm?” She tore her gaze away from the purple leather handbag she was staring at. “I’m fine. We should get back.” She scurried off.
Owen glanced at the price tag, muttered “Ouch!” and followed, but he couldn’t get her wistful expression out of his head.
A week later, he exited the shop with a package and a significantly lighter wallet.
“Expense be damned, Tosh deserves it.”