Entrenched

Sofia’s arrival took Paolo by surprise. She had got in the outside door to the building, which hadn’t quite clicked shut, and the first he heard was the single rap on his flat door, which, coming after his troublesome thoughts, spelt danger.

But there she was wearing a beige trench coat, and as he opened the door, her familiar perfume caught his nostrils again, prompting instant excitement.

“Hello Paolo” she said intriguingly.

“Hi” was all the surprised Paolo could muster.

“I found I had nothing on,” she added, smiling broadly.

Other than the trench coat, she was speaking the truth.