The following week was so busy with work that I hadn't had much time to see or even speak to Sean. Of course I was annoyingly up to date with the wedding preparations courtesy of Mel.
"You have all the connections, it would be easy enough to do." Evan called from the kitchen.
It was finally friday again, and I was kicking back in my pyjamas on the sofa, Evan was making popcorn and Scream was sitting in the DVD player ready to be played.
"I suppose you have a point." I called back, throwing my slipper boots into the chair opposite and pulling the blanket from the back of the couch.
Evan came round the corner, carrying a large bowl of microwave popcorn. My stomach growled at the smell.
"Half sweet, half salted." He smiled, thrusting it into my hands and disappearing back into the kitche
