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I gawk at the menu, trying to make sense it. What the hell is a Rogan Josh? This is the first time I’ve ever been to an Indian restaurant, let alone the first proper date with Sean. “Eaten here before?” I ask him.
He scans the posh, white room, the large fountain at the centre, the open-plan kitchen at the far end. “Maybe when I was little,” he replies. “Dad doesn’t like this kind of food. Says it’s too spicy. I thought you and the girls had Indian takeaways all the time.”
I shake my head. “No. Just pizza. Nothing this fancy. Jason took me to a steakhouse once, but—” I cut my own sentence short. Jesus, Freya, why do you have to go and bring up the ex? “Sorry.”
Sean chuckles, but it’s clearly a nervous one. “Don’t worry about it. You’re here with me.” He reaches across the table and
