He wasn’t there when I finished, and I thought maybe he’d changed his mind, but he came running up looking worried after I’d hung about for ten minutes or so. “Al, I am so sorry. Got grabbed by the Praelector just as I was leaving college.”
I laughed, ‘cause it sounded funny. He smiled back at me. He’d changed into a pale cream shirt that made his hair look blonder and a navy jacket. He looked really posh again. I looked down at my work clothes, which was a Scudamores’ T-shirt and jogging bottoms, ‘cause they dry faster than jeans when you get them wet. “Do I need to get changed first?”
“No! No, you look great.” He blushed a bit. “And we’re only going to the pub.”
“I’m all sweaty,” I said, ‘cause it’d been a warm day.
He went even redder. “It’s all right—we can sit outside if you feel
