"Hello Sally-Anne. I thought that was you." The woman briefly glanced at Justin who was keeping himself occupied with collecting his items. "What brings you to this shop?"
Sally found herself unconsciously making alterations to herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, adjusting the collar to her blouse.
"Picking out some furniture for my flat. I find this place has some very quality pieces in stock."
Mrs. Merriweather smiled. "Your own place? Yes, I do believe your mother mentioned that you had moved out the last time we had tea together." The woman's gaze once again looked over Sally's shoulder. It was clear she was putting together pieces of information.
Sally panicked, the palms of her hands moistening at the developing situation. Smoothing them on the fabric of her skirt, she knew she had to think fast.
One. Two. Three.
"Mrs. Merriweather, I'd like you to meet my friend, Justin Finch-Fletchley. We were housemates back at school." She glanced at Justin, hoping he would respond.