As I commute on the tube back home, I sit drifting off with my head sprawled on some smelly old lady's shoulder. The tube's jam-packed and everyone's talking all at once but Mark's voice is unmistakable above the hullabaloo. "Where have you been?"
I swivel around in alarm to see him perched atop a wailing kid, dressed in tight blue shorts and matching blue shirt and white socks with feathers sweeping down the fabric to get tucked within his shiny Vans. "I've been at the circus! I've just found you the perfect place to spend a cool evening with Daniel. You have to tell him about it." He rubs off the crease on his shirt, then juts out his chin at me. "Why were you talking with that dashing young man?"
"Did you overhear our conversation at all?" I ask, trying my best not to sound fretful.
