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 I took sliced lemon to some tourists from Washington who were studying a map app over tea, and a fresh pot of Darjeeling to the mysterious widow alone in the corner, then I was officially done with my shift. I untied my apron's strings and hung it up in the staff closet, which is where I found Molly.

She was sitting deep in her thoughts on the hamper for staff laundry, a pensive expression on her face. Her beloved crossword puzzle was sticking out of her apron pocket, and I could see only blank squares where usually Molly would have worked down and across in her usual fashion.

"Something wrong?" I asked. Molly sighed.

"Oh, Maisie, what am I going to do?" she said, with a groan. "You were there. You heard me talking to him. He must have thought I was a proper fool — or that I was trying to avoid him. How can I face him after that?"

In a flash, I thought of her blushing face and George's faint perplexity. "You haven't talked to him since?" I asked, astonished.

"He's been terribly busy, what with the lectures and the papers presented and such," said Molly. "It's been quite easy, since I've been working evenings mostly, which is when he's free. He asked the first night when I would be free, and I made sort of an excuse because I couldn't think of what to say. Why would he want to see me now, after I behaved that way?"

"Molly, don't say that," I answered, gently. "You're being too hard on yourself."

"It all went quite well in my head before I saw him," she said. "And I was so looking forward to it. When I heard about this conference, and I knew he was coming —" Molly's cheeks flared bright red again. "I really did want to seem like the sort of girl he would like to spend time with. Not some silly, babbling thing that runs away when embarrassed."

"George didn't look like he cared," I answered, sitting next to her on an industrial-size box of dusting cloths. "I think he still likes you a lot."

"I hope so," she answered, twisting her apron's ties. "Because I like him. I didn't say so, of course — and he's never said anything or asked — but we wrote a bit. And I was hoping — I mean, since he was coming back to Cornwall, that he —" She stopped here, but I knew what Molly was hoping for.

"You're free tonight, aren't you?" I said.

"I'm finished at five," she answered.

"That's when the conference breaks up for evening tea, right?" I said. "Knowing George, he probably has his telescope at the ready to go stargaze somewhere. And if he happened to run into you at tea, I think he'd probably ask you along."

"So do I," said Molly. "But I'm afraid of embarrassing myself when I see him again."

"Seeing someone for the first time after ages is the hardest part," I said. "The first time I saw my ex-boyfriend after our breakup, it was all I could do to seem normal and not demand to know what he was doing here. But after we found a way to be honest with each other, it wasn't so bad."

"Maybe if I didn't like George, it would be easier."

"Do you like him a lot?" I asked. I was pretty sure I already knew the answer, even before Molly nodded.

"Then don't miss the chance to tell him. How often do stargazers gather in Port Hewer to see a comet?"

"Once in a lifetime," Molly answered, with another sigh.

Author Bio – Laura Briggs is the author of several feel-good romance reads, including the Top 100 Amazon UK seller 'A Wedding in Cornwall'. She has a fondness for vintage style dresses (especially ones with polka dots), and reads everything from Jane Austen to modern day mysteries. When she's not writing, she enjoys spending time with family and friends, caring for her pets, gardening, and seeing the occasional movie or play.

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