Michael looks at me sharply. “Steve giving you trouble?”
He’s…. a bit pushy…. It won’t be for long. My friend is on his way”
The blonde man smiles, all easy charm; one of life’s natural aristocrats. “No problem, Kirstie. It would hardly be the first time that Steve’s pushed his luck.”
There’s a subtext here, but I don’t know what it is. “Has Steve done something to upset you, Michael?”
He seems about to speak, but then stops as Steve reappears, a large drink in his hand; correction: two large drinks.
“I got you a G&T, Debbie. That’s your poison, isn’t it?”
“Steve, I told you. I’m waiting for someone. I don’t want a drink, thank you.”
“Aw c’mon. You can talk to me ‘til your friend turns up…. if he turns up.”
He moves close to me, but suddenly Michael is closer. “She said ‘No’, Steve
