As it happens she did order a drink, just not the alcoholic variety. Two cups of tea, even though MacIntosh was more of a coffee hound. He watched the caffeine-poor drink with some distaste as the steam rose up between him and the young woman. He shifted slightly as the small plastic chairs of the café were uncomfortable, and the bright gordy colours set him on edge.
‘I have a confession to make.’ The woman put her hands around her cup, to fend off the cold from the outside. The café was darn freezing.
‘Go on?’ Macintosh urged her to continue, sipping his tea.
‘I know you won’t like this. The reason why I helped you was because I saw you yesterday.’
MacIntosh stopped and slowly set the mug down onto the table. ‘How do you mean?’
She leaned forward and dropped her voice down low. ‘Your homeless aren’t you? I saw you sleeping on a doorstep to old Malroy’s shop.’
‘Oh.’ MacIntosh though