First light. Early in the morning yet, Walter made his way outside.

The smell of breakfast clung to his clothes; fresh bread, sweet fruit, and clotted cream. He wore the servant's uniform this morning, fingers clad in insulated grey gloves cradling and rotating the chrome lighter in his palm.

There was a man outside already, and in the dim light of the dawn Walter could see him reading in the distance.

He waited until he was actually near to speak up. "Are you the bloke with an interesting book then?"

He kept the tone light. Conversational.