Deceiving Dimitri
The old man glowered at his reflection on the metal wall while the woman smiled, waving at me and nudging Dimitri by her elbow.
"The girl is very beautiful, Dimitri," she said.
"Thank you, Mrs Potts. Meet my girlfriend, Hazel," Dimitri introduced me to her, and I extended my hand in politeness.
"Hello!"
She shook my hand in her soft, wrinkled one. "That's a gorgeous name. I'm Helen, and this grumpy old man in the corner is my husband, Harold. Say hi, Haroldie."
In response, Mr Potts only made a hrmph sound, directing his glare at his wife for a second, then went back to his staring business.
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