Markina rose to his feet.
‘Where’s your car?’
‘Oh, not far, I’m parked right outside.’
‘Wait,’ he said grabbing his coat. ‘I’ll accompany you.’
‘There’s no need.’
‘I insist.’
He hovered while the waiter brought his card, then took her coat and held it up for her to put on.
‘Thanks,’ she said, snatching it from him, ‘but I never wear it when I’m driving, I find it bothersome,’ she added, her tone making it unclear whether she was referring to the coat or to all Markina’s attentions.
Markina’s expression clouded slightly as they made their way to the door. She held it open until he caught up with her. The temperature outside was several degrees colder, and the moisture in the air had condensed into mist above the thick cluster of trees in the park. This only occurred in that part of the city, causing the orange light from the streetlamps to form hazy circles in the floating mist.
They walked out from under the arcades and crossed the street, which was lined with parked cars, although there was little traffic at that time of night. Amaia pressed the remote, and turned to Markina.
‘Thank you, your honour, I’ll keep you informed,’ she said, keeping her tone professional.
But he stepped around her and opened the car door.
She sighed, trying not to lose her patience.
‘Thank you.’
She flung her coat inside and clambered into the driver’s seat. She was no fool; she had seen what Markina was up to hours ago and was determined to repel all his advances.
‘Good night, your honour,’ she said, grabbing the handle to close the door and turning the key in the ignition.
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