Restless

I stood there in the kitchen, watching her staring across the meadow still searching for her nemesis and I thought, suddenly, that this is all our lives - this is the one fact that applies to us all, that makes us what we are, our common mortality, our common humanity. One day someone is going to come and take us away: you don't need to have been a spy, I thought, to feel like this.

They clinked glasses and he gave her one of his rare white smiles and for the first time that evening she was suddenly aware of him looking at her - as a man will look at a woman - noting aspects of her: her fair hair, long and curled under, her red lips, her arched black brows, her long neck, the swell of her breasts beneath her navy-blue dress.
"Yes, well..." he said awkwardly. "You look very smart."