“Why do you have an ice bucket?” she asked, somehow managing to sound both endearingly curious and entirely innocent at the same time.
“It’s for my friend,” he replied.
“You’re taking your friend an ice bucket?”
“Yes.” He could feel his face flushing as he realised how ridiculous he’d just sounded.
“Is this the same friend you were waiting for earlier, or do you have more than one?”
“No. Yes. I mean – it’s the same friend. It’s just her.”
“And she needs an ice bucket?”
she“She does.”
“Do you fetch ice buckets for all your friends?”
“We’re, ah… having champagne.”
“Oh. I see.” The Welsh woman stretched out her words, lifting her eyebrow knowingly and releasing a small “hmm” as she scrutinised him.
seeMake this conversation stop, Adam silently pleaded. Please. Just make it stop.
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