Her fingers curled in his shirt and she listened to his heartbeat quietly. "I... I love you, Francis."
His reaction seemed to relax her and she turned and buried her face in his chest, relishing the warmth and proximity.
(Bloop!) The physical therapy office was large and smelt vaguely of vanilla candles. The ground was made of a cheerful oak wood, and the walls had inspirational quotes stenciled onto them. "Why wait for tomorrow when it could be today?" "Find your 'why'." "There is no time like the now. That's why they call it a present." Poppy looked around as she opened the door for Francis before glancing down at him. "Oh my God," she mouthed, looking dead inside.
"Francis," Poppy said, adopting a serious tone. "You need to find your why. Otherwise, you'll never get anywhere. Achieve inner peace."
She gave him a smile and leaned down to give him a lingering kiss on the lips. "I adore you, you know," she murmured quietly before pulling away and heading for the front desk.
She returned after a few minutes holding a card that said ‘42’ in bright green letters. “We have to wait for them to call us.”
