Andrew sat anxiously near the tulip beds in Madré Square, awaiting his friend Victoria. She was never tardy. Where could she possibly be? Could this possibly reoccur? He began to worry.
“Malorum semper regnare.” The crows cawed overhead, as Victoria stepped through the park gates. Andrew smiled upon her arrival, he had missed her. Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the forehead.
“Glad you’ve finally decided to show up” he laughed as they walked into the bookshop together.