(Continued from Slow Motion)
‘So, taxi or bus?’
‘I’m getting the bus,’ I say with a smile.
He glances down the street. ‘Do you have time for a cup of tea?’
‘Hmm best not.’
‘Then how about drinks one night this week?’
I feel a wave of relief. We fix on a date. He takes my hand and leads me away from the crowded pavement. Against the wall, he kisses me, soft and slow. A passer-by cackles and shrieks, ‘She wants it!’