“You remember it after all those years!” said Pandora.

“As soon as I saw you, I watched it every day until school went back.”

“That would have been from one of the first two seasons,” said Pandora, “What time do you finish?”

“As soon as the morning transit peak hour is over. It’s the only work I could get in these economically difficult days. I’ll use my professional qualifications when the right break through comes along, but for now, it’s handing out these on stations. I’m supposed to clock off at nine am,” said Lennox, “I finish up on the station at 8:45 and then hand whatever I haven’t distributed back to the company around the corner. Then I’m free for the rest of the day. I can meet you back here at ten past nine.”

“I was on my way to try the Lavender Bay walk. It looks like I’ll still have two and a half hours to do that. So I’ll see you then,” said Pandora, taking a notepad from her handbag. She licked her finger to turn over the first page, which had something written on it already, and then took out a pen and wrote her telephone number on the next page, tore it out and gave it to him.

“Thanks I’ll tell you mine, if you want to write it down too,” said Lennox, and dictated his number while she wrote it in her notebook.

“I prefer to trust certainty over serendipity,” she said, “Now at least one of us will always be able to contact the other. Until ten past nine then.”

She walked away and turned the corner to head down through a passageway between buildings which led to a lower street. Finding a similar such passage in the form of wide steps, she walked down them, through a tunnel under the old disused Lavender Bay railway line, and then looked out at Sydney Harbour from the Lavender Bay side. Lennox had looked dashing, debonair, gorgeous, and absolutely mouth watering. He wasn’t out of her mind for a moment, despite the beauty of the scenery. Pandora walked around the Bay for two hours, and then made her way back up to the top of the stairs. On the right, she saw a restaurant, and looked through the front window to find that it had an excellent view of the Harbour from a higher vantage point than the ground she’d been walking on before. She walked inside.

“Do I need to make a booking for lunch?” she asked.

“It’s not compulsory, but you have a better chance of securing seats if you do,” said the waitress.

“Would it be possible to book two seats by the far window, looking out onto the Harbour?” asked Pandora.

“I know that one table up there’s already taken. But you can have the other,” said the waitress, “What time are you planning to have lunch?”

“Around twelve noon. There’ll be a young man with me,” said Pandora.

“Here’s our card with our number, if you need to cancel the booking,” said the waitress.