Prelude 18

The teenage girls chattered excitedly.

"No way! I do not fancy him, definitely not!" said Liesel.

The others gave her knowing looks.

"I don't!" she insisted, mortified that they had seen through her.

The others giggled and together they walked into Monsoon.

Across the road a lone man watched the scene with sad eyes.

She was really growing up, his Liesel, so big and so stunning. And yet she was no longer his Liesel. His heart hurt so much it seemed it would burst.