Standing in the tended garden in the warm afternoon light, she powered down the portal. She’d only just arrived- three months this time. Footsteps approached, crunching on the gravel path. She turned to see him come around the tall hedge. He stopped in his tracks, surprise crossing his features.
“I forgot my sweater,” he said finally, pointing to the concrete bench. “I was at the corner when I remembered.” He continued to stare.
“Your clothes, your hair – are – different.” He paused. “It’s only been five minutes.”
She REALLY hadn’t expected to see him so soon after her return.