To look at her you could be forgiven for thinking goddesses or a Hollywood “A” listed. She had long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Long slim legs kept in shape by yoga and a morning run along the promenade by the beach. She always finished her run at the little coffee shop where Bernie would place her coffee in front of her. It was quiet at this time of the morning when Edward joined them. The three chatted to each other. She never noticed Bernie always drew a heart in the coffee foam for her. Edward did and schemed how he could get them together or at least get her to notice the hidden coffee message. Natalie worked as a carer. Once when the desultory conversation got onto the budget, she became positively animated.
Edward said, “Natalie, you show a great understanding of the economy. Not a topic I would have associated with a carer.”
She looked at him. “That’s because I have a degree in economics. I studied at university in Prague, but I needed to get out the country and there are always more carer jobs than ones for people with an economics degree.”
One day Edward invited Natalie and Bernie for breakfast on Sunday, as he knew Bernie’s shop would be closed.
When the bell rang he opened the door already sheathed in a voluminous apron. “Go into the lounge I’ve started on a full English for both of you.”
They sat looking out over the sea, listening to the crashing and banging coming from the kitchen. “Do you think he’s safe in there?”
Eventually the kitchen door banged open. Edward entered carrying three plates. “I’m sorry it might be a bit cold.”
Edward smiled at them apologetically. “Better late than never.”
© Felicity Edwards