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I take a sip of my drink as a tall, dark man sits in front of me.
The bell rings.
‘Fancy seeing you here.’
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Nate
I don’t believe it.
Since the moment I hung up the phone to Mom, my afternoon has been a disaster. First, the cab dropped me at the wrong pub, and I only realised when I called Remy as he was nowhere to be seen. Then it rained and I had to do a ten-minute walk to the correct pub, so I arrived with a minute to spare. Of course, I didn’t have an umbrella (why would I need one if I was getting a cab?) so I turned up damp, slightly sweaty and late.
And now I’m sitting opposite this girl.
This girl who won’t stop talking aboutLove Island.
‘It’s really good – you should watch it! They have loads of series online. Series four is the best, though. Honestly, it’s so good.’
I’ve been here for about ninety seconds and have said four words. They were: ‘Hey, how are you?’
She hasn’t even given me her name. A common occurrence for me, it seems – why am I unable to ask a girl her name? She’s a redhead and petite with big shoulder pads andeven bigger eyelashes. She’s cute, but I cannot gauge whether this date is going well or if she just wants someone to listen while she talks aboutLove Island.
‘So,’ I say, desperately trying and failing not to interrupt her. ‘What do you do?’
Her face falls and I feel a stab of embarrassment.
Well, who can blame her? It’s hardly the most exciting question.
‘I work in marketing,’ she says flatly. ‘You?’
‘Ah!’ I reply. ‘I’m a writer.’
We fall into silence and I want to kick myself.
Argh. I should have just let her carry on talking aboutLove Island. I glance over my shoulder at Remy, who is sitting at the bar with a pint. He gives me a wink.
Right, come on, Nate. You can do this. You’ve chatted up women before. There was even a time when you felt like you were pretty good at it.
‘And what do you—’
I am interrupted by the shrill bell from behind the bar, jangling loudly.
‘Right,’ I say, as all the men around me get to their feet. ‘Well, it was nice to meet you …’
I trail off, waiting for her to tell me her name, but she’s pulled out her phone.
I shuffle over to the next seat and plonk myself down opposite a girl with the largest glass of wine I’ve ever seen.
It’s funny; as our eyes meet I feel a little tug behind my chest. But then she opens her mouth and starts speaking.
‘Hallllooooooooooo, hoo are ye?’
I blink at her, my mind spiralling with panic. Oh God. I have absolutely no idea what she just said.
I take a sip of my beer and nod. It’s fine, it’s just a different accent. I’ll get used to it in a second.
‘Ah ye dyau?’
