‘Don’t read too much into it.’
It’s Beatrice on the line.
‘No.’ I hesitate before going on. ‘You know – do you remember Joe in the blog? We went on a few dates at the end of last year.’
‘The same date?’
‘Yes, the exact same date! And,’ I laugh, ‘it’s in the same place!’
‘What do you –?’
‘I mean – it’s in Dalston! I only went to Dalston once last year, and that was the night I met Joe! And I’ll probably only go there once this year, for this party! Weird, huh?!’
There’s a pause.
‘You remember the date?’ Beatrice says.
‘Yeah, because, well, it was quite a big deal, the party, where Joe and I met. We were sent, like, proper invitations – paper ones. So yeah, I remember the date.’
Another, longer pause.
‘Yeah don’t read too much into it.’