The appointment was set for noon sharp in Piccadilly, underneath the north side of the Eros statue as it’s affectionately known by Londoners and travellers alike. Nobody seems to mind that in actual fact it’s a statue of Anteros, his twin brother.
She stood and waited in the cold December sun when an elegantly dressed young woman with red hair approached her and lay a small package by her feet and whispered softly “This is for you, please open it when I’m gone” and in an instant she disappeared.