I walk through the doorway, all sunglasses and maxi-dress, Paddington on my right arm, Tate Modern bag over my left shoulder, large La Senza bag swinging. Preoccupied with the weather and my purchases, I look up only at the last minute -
We almost collide, my La Senza bag nudging him slightly.
"Hello" he says.
"Hello" I say back.
There is a split second of indecision. The notion, on my part at least, that it is not quite right for us to pass in this manner.
And then - I feel the bag in my hand burn though I do not know if he has even noticed it. And if he has - would he realise? I do not need a reason to shop, he is aware of that much.
It is enough, as jokingly as they were bought, that I know.
We do not stop.
As I lean on the desk for support I hear the door close gently behind him.