CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Even though I'd been enjoying sushi for a few years, I still hadn't quite mastered the art of chopsticks. As we sat in Zara and Tony’s local Japanese restaurant, I struggled with a cute little spring roll, before I followed Zara's lead and picked it up with my fingers, dunked it in the sweet sauce and popped it in my mouth.
Tony shook his head and laughed as he expertly lifted the remaining roll deftly in between his two chopsticks, covered it in sauce and placed it expertly in his mouth.
'He's just showing off,' said Zara, as she took a sip of white wine and watched the wide variety of dishes slowly make their way round the conveyor belt in front of us before choosing a small bowl of edamame beans.
'Ooh, I love those,' I quipped as she handed me a few to go with t
