“There you are.” Angela Braithwaite had found her again. “And you’ve saved me a seat. I wasn’t going to go on this tour, but I saw you sitting there all alone...”
“I was hoping Mr. Singh would want to sit with me.”
Angela made a noise that was a cross between a sigh and a harrumph, adding, “He can always sit across the aisle from us.”
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