‘What’s happening on the man front?’ Lucy asks.
‘Nowt,’ I say.
‘Nothing? What about that guy?’
‘Oh nothing. Got pretty much conclusive evidence of zero interest the other day.’
‘Oh.’ She thinks for a moment. ‘What’s the lowdown on him again?’
‘Oh OK. He-read-History-at-Durham-and-works-in-political-PR. Would you like to see a picture?!’
Laptop enters the fray.
She flicks through the photos. ‘He’s a good-looking guy.’
‘Hmmm.’ I sigh. ‘So, anyway, it’s not on the cards. How’s it going with George?’
Lucy has a real relationship; it’s very inspiring.
She tells me about life as one half of a happy couple. Listening to her is like watching a romantic film. It comes to an end; she gets up from the sofa.
‘I’d best be going. Thanks for a lovely evening!’
We hug, and she heads home to George.
I’m loading the dishwasher when a text arrives from Beatrice. She’s reviewed the ‘conclusive evidence’.
‘I don’t think that’s conclusive, it could mean anything.’
Yeah, well, he does work in PR.