‘I’ve got a blind date tomorrow…’
‘Really?’ Sam says. ‘Who with?’
I tell him about the text.
‘I think I’ve taken the blind part a bit too literally though – I haven’t seen a decent picture.’
Or an indecent one, for that matter.
‘Well, that’s stupid,’ he says.
A voice comes from behind me. ‘What’s stupid?’ I turn to see Freddie standing there, handsome in mango.
‘Nothing,’ I say quickly.
‘Is it blog-related?’ he asks.
‘Err no, not really.’ I look for a change of subject. ‘I can’t remember, do you read the blog?’
‘Occasionally.’
‘That’s a no.’
‘I would if I was in it properly,’ he says, ‘rather than just as a prop!’
He’s complained about this before.
I laugh. ‘Yeah – well…’
