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Pulling up outside the White Hart Pub, Tony leaned forwards, handing the driver a twenty pound note through the hole in the plastic glass. "Keep the change, mate." He opened the door, letting Zofia exit first. The black taxis were spacious enough for her to pass him without too much bother. "Cheers! Have a good night."
This was their third official date, as they had agreed not to add the night they’d met at the club because neither of them could remember much about it. Zofia recalled typing her mobile number into his phone’s memory, but not much else apparently. On their first date, they spoke at length about that night.
"I can't believe we're going in my dad's local." Zofia stared at the frontage. "Full of old men and haggard old women."
She wasn't wrong. "I try to avoid it myself.
