It was a far cooler day when Chantelle went to sit on the bench again, she was busy day-dreaming when she saw Henrik Hanssen's car pull up and realised what time it was.
Hanssen unfolded his legs and eased himself out of the car before reaching back for his overcoat, his mind as usual going through a hundred processes and all before he'd even got to his office. He picked up his briefcase and as he turned and straightened - closing the car door - he noticed the small figure on the bench looking crumpled and just a little dejected.
The Swede sighed, he gripped the case and strode purposefully towards her.
Chantelle saw him and froze, bracing herself for another backhanded compliment. She didn't blame him, the mistake with Elizabeth was something he never would have done - and she'd learned her lesson.
Hanssen gazed at her long and expressionless for a moment, Chantelle shifted uncomfortably on the bench.
The long silence was getting unbearable and then...
"Do not fear mistakes. You will know failure. Continue to reach out." Hanssen said, in a tone that told her he was quoting someone. He added with a small smile "Benjamin Franklin."
Chantelle's expression lost its tension and she closed her eyes for a moment - then smiled as she opened them.
Hanssen nodded briskly to her and walked away towards the hospital entrance in long strides.
Chantelle puffed her cheeks out in relief and looked around, before murmering to herself "Who's Benjamin Franklin?"