Chapter TwelveSophie woke up to a bright, warm spring morning. She flung back the duvet, practically skipped to the shower, and dressed while humming happily.
“I'm going to my first ever demonstration rally today,” she chirped to Ryan, who was lying spread like a star fish underneath the warm duvet.
“Jesus,” his head peeked out of the fabric, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”
“It's just a peaceful revolt against tuition fees, capitalism, erm you know that kind of thing.”
Sophie dragged her straighteners through her golden hair and looked expectantly at her husband, “I'll be back to make tea, don't worry.”
As if on cue, Ryan's stomach rumbled loudly, “avoid the press then.” He turned over with a humph, signalling the conversation was over. A few moments later, his ph
