"BUT WHAT IF HE DOESN'T go to the club at all in the next week?" I stir my coffee and glare at Mel across the smooth, gleaming table. We often share a McDonalds breakfast at the weekend, and this Saturday morning is no exception
She shrugs and takes a bite out of her hash brown. "He probably will. He's there fairly often."
"Like, every Wednesday? Or at weekends? Does he have a regular pattern?"
"Well, no, but..."
"But, knowing my luck, I'll probably miss him. I fly to New York in exactly eight days and, once I leave, it'll be months before I'm back in the UK, probably not until the summer at the earliest. I can't wait till then."
"You could hang out at the Darkroom every night from now until you go. Chances are he'll show up." I notice she doesn't try to suggest I could, in fact, wait
