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I blink. Nope, I still don’t know what she said.
‘Sorry,’ I say, after realising that she’s waiting for me to reply. ‘I didn’t get that.’
Her face changes and so, incredibly, does her voice.
‘You’re American?’
‘Er … yeah,’ I say. ‘You’re … sorry, where are you from?’ I don’t even want to guess where that accent was from.
‘London,’ she says at once, the weird accent now completely gone.
‘Has your voice changed?’
‘Yes. Sorry, where were you on Halloween?’
I can’t help it, I roll my eyes.
‘Oh yeah, here we go,’ I laugh. ‘Have you seen this man? Where were you on the night of 31st October? Who showed you this – was it Remy?’
‘Who?’
‘The guy at the bar.’ I turn in my seat and catch Remy’s eye. ‘Yeah, very funny.’
I turn back to her, still laughing, but she’s looking at me blankly.
‘No,’ she says after a pause. ‘What did you do on Halloween?’
I open my mouth to reply when the bell rings again and, like clockwork, all the men spring to their feet.
‘Nice to meet you,’ I say, but she’s already pulled out her phone and is manically messaging someone.
Another girl from London I met without getting her name. This is becoming a habit.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Annie
Penny:
Are you sure it’s him? Did you ask him?
