Turning the Evening Around
Karen looked at her watch. Eight thirty-eight. She would give him another few minutes (against her better judgement) and then she would go. She ordered another glass of Chardonnay and looked across at the other person sitting at the bar. As she did so, his mobile phone bleeped. Mike flipped open his phone. “ur boring – end of”. He quickly looked up, hoping nobody else had seen what he had just read. He caught Karen’s eye as he did so, and she gave an...
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