Trevor was dismayed at how drawn Paul looked. Thinking back, he was surprised to realise he hadn’t run across him at work for almost two weeks. Although their respective jobs (Paul in planning and Trevor in human resources) meant that unless something unusual cropped up, they wouldn’t have any reason to interact. The canteen during lunch was usually the only place their paths would cross. Trevor had kept to his late lunch schedule. Eating later seemed to suit him better.
“Trev.” Paul offered his former house-mate the ghost of a smile. “I’m surprised Pete managed to talk you into joining us. He must have something I don’t.”
Ouch, Trevor thought as he sat on a nearby bench and began to change into his cricket whites. “He had to twist my arm. Sorry, that’s probably a poor choice of words gi
