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thumb along her jaw as he awaited her response and Jenna nodded, her eyes wide. She stumbled forwards as if in a trance, hyper aware of the hands that held her. He guided her towards Arthur, who stood before Sarah like a kind of guardian. No one was getting closer without his permission.
    “Master Arthur,” His voice was filled with authority and Jenna shivered, nestling herself closer to him. “My sub would like a closer look at your work.”
    He must have replied, but Jenna didn’t hear him. What right did Henry have to call her his . His responsibility, sure, but his sub? He should have made the distinction clearer. But did she really want him to?
    Some of the beauty was lost as Jenna ran her hands inches above the painted submissive, tracing the wax through air. Through the safety of arms that kept her from masked strangers and open faced vultures, Jenna felt unsure.
    She spent the next few days consequently feeling sorry for herself, and feeling confused by her own lack of restraint. Evenings spent in pyjamas watching cartoons meant that it was like a breath of fresh air when she finally worked up the will to face the outside world, keeping on her clean work clothes and heading over to Aaron’s. She had spoken very little to him and Viola on her morning coffee hunts, and she now felt freed by their lack of knowledge of her exploits. She felt as if part of herself had been separated by her inability to speak of it, and a small smile graced her lips as she walked briskly down the empty road. The early evening air was cool and the whole area appeared sparsely populated as shops began to close. Only four customers remained in Aaron’s café as Jenna drew close enough to spy them through the tall arched windows. A couple sat in the corner furthest from Viola, munching on a plate of brownie slices that sat between them. The other seated patron, a man, sat alone a few tables behind them, a newspaper spread out before him as he idly stirred his mug of coffee. Aaron’s never was extraordinarily busy in the evenings, and the final person left with a take-away cup. He walked in the opposite direction away from her, but in the split second when he held the door open, Jenna saw his face. His stubble covered jaw and well-worn bag both.
    Jenna saw the brown leather bound book that hung from elegant fingers with spotless nails.
    Jenna didn’t make the connection for a while. In fact, it wasn’t until she was halfway through her second cup of tea that the realisation struck and she nodded along with Viola’s ramblings meaninglessly. She had no clue what the girl was saying; how could she? She had no focus on the inane chatter as her mind whirled, containing itself only out of politeness.
    “Mm.” Jenna murmured her agreement as she swallowed down the hot drink, impatiently waiting for the right moment to speak. Finally, finally Viola quieted and Jenna still remained silent, counting down the seconds as she waited for enough time to pass for her to broach the matter without changing the subject out of the blue.
    “ Viola?” She asked softly. “A man left here literally a couple of minutes before I got here. Do you happen to know him?”
    “Henry? Yeah, he’s a homeless guy that we give coffee to.”
    Well, that answered that. But why didn’t he stay with friends? Jenna knew for a fact that Amelia would house any friends in need. Did she even know?
    “Do you know what, y’know, got him into that situation?” Jenna asked desperately, but Viola shook her head.
    “Aaron just told me to give him coffee, and food if he’d take it. He started coming here before I started working here so… well, it seemed rude to ask. And he’s really nice.” Viola smiled widely and Jenna nodded, drumming her nails against the table. “Why, you got the hots for him?” Viola blushed cheekily and giggled, pulling Jenna’s features into a smile with her.
    “Something like that.” She admitted. “No, I saw him somewhere, that’s