They sat politely distant. She took her sandwich from a supermarket bag. He took his from a nylon rucksack.
Behind them, on the wall of the park shelter were inscriptions telling the stories of those who had lost their lives saving others.
When half of his sandwich hit the shale slab, she wanted to laugh. Instead, she offered him half of hers.
“It’s M&S… tuna mayo.”
He said no, thank you, but that’s very kind, ate his crisps and made to leave.
“Thank you again.”
If he sees her tomorrow, he won’t say he prefers to make his own mayonnaise. Plenty of time for that.