(Continued from The Other Party)
He takes me by the hand and leads me out onto the balcony. It’s a beautiful night. We start to dance.
‘You’re going to have to tell me how to get home from here!’ I say.
I learnt the other night, he has the London bus network by heart.
He spins me. ’To X?’
‘Yes,’ I say. ‘Will it take forever?’
‘No – we can share a taxi.’ He takes me into a closer hold. ’Or there’s always Y….’
Where he lives.
I meet his eye. ‘Right….’