Elijah took a drag from his cigarette. He ran his tongue over his teeth, waiting for the plane to land. How long had you been away studying? 5 years? But you were finally back in London.

He watched the plane land and smirked. You were back. As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he'd missed you. He crossed his arms, cigarette in mouth. You appeared in his field of vision.

"The pretty young girl has become a pretty young woman." he whispered.