Grace scanned the sandwiches on offer in the airport food outlet. Nothing appealed, but she should eat something. She hadn’t had time for breakfast as she’d had such an early start, and she would be hungry by the time she landed in Amsterdam.
Grabbing a ploughman’s baguette, she spotted a packet of three Crumbly Creams biscuits. ‘Nice with a cuppa,’ she thought, taking them up to the counter to order a tea and pay.
The assistant smiled sweetly