(Continued from Bloody Buses: Part I)
‘I can dance rock ‘n’ roll.’
Accountant is full of surprises.
This leaves the less enthusiastic dancers, and me. I’d be happy enough dancing alone in the corner, but the music is so bad even I don’t recognise it, and there’s a constant stream of traffic knocking my elbows. I can see Michael and Eligible Bachelor sitting at one of the tables and go over to them.
‘I think I’m going to head,’ EB says, rising.
We kiss on the cheeks. ‘Good night.’
I flop down next to Michael.
‘Everyone here’s very tall,’ he says, looking around.
And very young too. I glance at my watch. It’s past my bedtime. ‘How are you getting back? Night bus?’
‘This is us,’ I say, rising.
We find seats at the top. A space that would normally easily accommodate two adults, suddenly feels very snug.
‘You should go back on Tinder,’ Michael says, giving me a nudge. ‘I might like you!’
‘Hmm. I am on a dating site.’
I tell him. ‘But only because I was paid to do it!’
‘That’s the best reason,’ he says, gravely.
‘Is it?! Yeah, well, I haven’t been on any dates from it…’
‘I noticed there are no typos in your texts.’
FFS slows his walking pace. ‘Well, I don’t remember any in yours.’
‘No, well, when you spend most of your time editing what you write…’
It’s the blog I’m thinking of, but I might as well be referring to my texts: the drafting process isn’t so different.
‘… and commas are important!’
He’s almost at a standstill. ‘We had a lecture on punctuation the other day.’
‘Really?! I’d have liked to have given that!’
He laughs and turns to face me. ‘Really? We’d have hated you if you had! It was really boring.’
I swat his shoulder. ‘But you don’t know what I’d have said!’
Which is when he kisses me.
This month: A night out.
Last month: Just Singles.