In a surprising turn of events, Sophie had been the one to contact Lottie first.
Correction: Grandma Sophie had been the one to contact Lottie first, but since they used the same phone, Lottie would never know the difference and that detail would remain between Sophie and her other self. All of this being said, Sophie wasn’t unhappy about it. She had been really excited about the prospect of teaching Lottie how to make clothes (and she had been even more excited about seeing her again) (even though the feeling would never be reciprocated) (why would it ever be?)
She had spent the night before cleaning and setting up anything they might need. There was only one sowing machine, so they’d have to make do, but there was two of everything else- so hopefully Lottie wouldn’t be too disappointed. Sophie really hoped that she wouldn’t be.
Before she had the time to worry herself into a rut, the door to the shop was opening and the little bell attached to it was tinkling and she was peering across the counter at the familiar face she had been expecting. Sophie’s lips split into a smile as she rose from her stool. “Hi! You found it! Um- welcome!”