Natasha and Nathaniel
Natasha is sprinting home. Her coat-tails stream behind her, her blonde hair whips in the wind, her cheeks are flushed with exertion.
Why is Natasha sprinting home? She’s dressed for a day at the office; she wears slacks, a jacket, and a white work-blouse buttoned neatly over her chest. Her makeup is professional, just a touch of colour on her crimson lips, and a tinge to each cheek; but, professional or no, she’s sprinting crazily down the crowded high street.