This is part two of yesterday's story but also works as a stand-alone story.
“Hi,” I looked up and there was Ffion standing there smiling. How did she get there? “I’m so glad you agreed to meet me, again,” she said.
“Can I get you a coffee?” I asked.
I went to the counter and ordered, there was still chance to escape. I wished she wasn't so beautiful, then it would be easy to walk away, but it looked like I was staying. She was staring at me as I carried the coffee to the table, could she see my soul? She seemed to be mumbling something under her breath as she stared, I felt someone walk over my grave.
“Thank you. Were you waiting long?”
“No, no, just a few minutes,” I said.
She spooned three sugars into her coffee. “I wasn't sure you'd turn up.”
“Nor was I,” I said. “I don't think I could deal with being a frog again.”
She put her hand on my arm, I felt the warmth of her fingers. “I’m so sorry, Johnny knows he shouldn’t use his um, powers, for no good reason, but he’s just a boy, you know how mischievous they can be.” She stirred her coffee. “You should have seen your face though,” she laughed. “You were quite cute as a frog.”
“Charming,” I said.
“You're even cuter now though.” She squeezed her hand, and another person walked over my grave.
At that moment, a Nesbo super-murderer could have come in and slain the fair family of four next to me and I would not have noticed.