Love never dies

Previously

…Brenda winced, bracing herself for the inevitable shriek of indignation. But, as if sensing Brenda’s distress, Bartholomew abruptly transitioned into a series of slow, deliberate movements, his hands gently stroking the air as if soothing a frightened bird. The scone tower remained intact. “See?” Gary whispered triumphantly. “He’s responsive! He’s intuitive!” Brenda sighed, a sound that was a mixture of exasperation and something akin to reluctant amusement. “Or he’s just terrified of me complaining to the manager. Again.” Bartholomew, having successfully calmed his imaginary pigeon, turned his attention back to Brenda. He offered a small, hopeful smile