A week had passed since Sarah's brief meeting with the Phantom. She had started to push the occurrence to the back of her mind, attributing it to fatigue and perhaps paranoia.
However, as she returned the basket today to retrieve the filled one, someone was watching from the shadows.
Erik didn't know what to think of the girl. Or perhaps it was a woman, he couldn't quite tell with the veil on. Now that he thought of it, perhaps it was a bit odd she wore the face-covering. Perhaps it was a new fashion- he never quite bothered to keep up on it.
He shouldn't have stayed at the Opera House. After his beloved Christine had run off with The Vicomte, he had momentarily disappeared, but he felt a certain connection with the old Opera. So he stayed.
But this girl- she stayed as well. He would have had the entire halls to himself, to be able to roam as he liked, but there was always the chance he would run into her. Sarah. That was her name. Apparently she was a Costume Mistress… he never paid much attention to the Costume Mistresses, they were all flighty… except for one girl, the head Costume Mistress- which must have been her!
Erik felt a small surge in his chest, a feeling he thought Christine had taken from him. This girl was the same one who had sewn the dresses for his beloved operas, the same one he had left notes for- a prodigy, she was.
Stepping from the shadows, making hardly a noise, Erik stepped out into Sarah's path as she returned.
Startled, she jumped back, a roll tumbling out of her basket, landing right by the Phantom's foot.
Swiftly, Erik retrieved it, holding it out to Sarah.
Author's Note:
Nothing says friendship like a roll!
As you can see, I post a few chapters at a time, because my chapters are short...
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