Enter Alessandro: half-Italian, half-South African, whole hot.
Tour of the flat completed, we sat down (on different sofas, unfortunately) and proceeded with the standard Q&A. He was a television producer who had ‘sold his soul’ to a large corporate. The thought of Alessandro’s corrupted soul was oddly distracting.
‘So you’re a writer?’
I giggled, and twirled my hair. Yes I did.
‘Well, yes. I write a blog.’
‘Oh, that’s cool! What’s it about?’
More giggling and generally acting like an idiot.
Sarah is moving in next month.