Cooper's dark hair flowed gently around his face as a breeze playfully swirled by. It was still a little damp, but the warm air was making quick work of it. With Belle safely stationed at the pub with some idea of what she wanted to make for the afternoon meal, Coop was left to amuse himself.
His eye caught movement in one of the windows as he passed by, which made him pause. His wife had asked him to spread the word about dinner, and now was as good a time as any.
Walking up to the residence, he glanced at the name on the door: ELEANOR BRIGHTON. "Well, here goes," he muttered to himself as he reached out to ring the bell.