When buying the leather sample bag, he made doubly sure it was large enough to hold every one of his smiles. Clicking the twin clasps shut and twirling the miniature combination locks he imagined capturing every last one within the plush interior.

The woman behind the counter advised him that the bag had a twenty-four month guarantee covering stitching and handles.

‘I’ll keep my receipt,’ he said, a polite smile finding its way to his lips. He made a mental note to place that one deep inside the bag’s lowest pockets when he got home.

Walking out of the shop, he imagined being already home, a glass of wine on the coffee table, placing his smiles, one by one, inside the soft lining of the leather sample bag. A grin of pleasure played across his lips. He would be sure to save that one for last.