Page 56 of Falling for You
‘Big game, this,’ Remy says.
‘Yeah?’
He nods, taking a sip of his pint. ‘If we win this, we’re back to the top of the league.’
I pull a face, hoping I’m hiding the fact that I have pretty much no idea what any of that means, even though I was trying my best to research it on the subway over.
I take a sip of the crisp lager and feel a chill race under my skin. The stands are beginning to swell with people, either dressed in blue or red. Everyone is buoyant and bubbling with excitement.
‘Thanks for this,’ I say to Remy, gesturing to the stadium.
He nods into his pint. ‘No problem, mate. Had the spare ticket, it’s nice for you to experience it properly.’
I tuck my free hand into my pocket.
‘Have you recovered from squash, then?’
‘Only just,’ I laugh, sticking out my left leg. ‘My calves were absolutely killing me after.’
Remy smiles. ‘You’ll get used to it.’
‘Have you been back since we played?’ I ask.
He takes another sip of his pint, watching as the crowds continue to jostle into the stands, all carrying their pints and chatting animatedly to one another. ‘No, I only go on Saturdays. It’s too much with my job otherwise and, you know, we’re here today.’
I pull my jacket closer around my body and glance at Remy. The weathered skin on his face is prickled with the shadow of beard, his small eyes are creased and surrounded by deep lines and his shoulders are hunched up to his ears.
‘You’re a journalist, aren’t you?’ he says.
I pause.
‘More of a writer,’ I say. ‘I write forTake the Time. It’s a magazine that covers different events. So I basically get sent to events and then have to review them.’
‘Get you.’ Remy raises his eyebrows, impressed. ‘You get to go to some swanky events, then? Where has my invite been?’
I grin. Remy would be the perfect person to take with me to any of the events.
‘I haven’t been invited to any whilst I’ve been in London,’ I say. ‘At the moment they want me to write about my love life.’
‘Oh yeah?’
‘It doesn’t exist,’ I say, before Remy can get any ideas. ‘So, yeah, I’m not writing anything at the moment. But I’m meant to be. I don’t know how long they’ll keep me here when I’m not writing anything.’
Remy slaps his hand on my shoulder and gives it a shake. ‘Well, you’re in luck, my boy.’
I glance at him, trying to stop my pint from tipping all over the floor.
‘Remy, I’m flattered, but you aren’t my type.’
He chuckles. ‘It’s speed dating tonight. I signed you up after squash last week.’
I’m about to argue when I see the mischievous glint in Remy’s eyes. This will be the third time he’s taken me somewhere since we’ve met, and each time it’s been fun.
Also, I desperately need to meet someone else so I can stop thinking about Bat Girl. It’s pathetic.
‘Well, there go my Saturday night plans!’ I laugh, giving his shoulder a shake back. ‘What about you, then?’
He looks up from his pint. ‘What about me?’
