“What’d you bring?” Carol asked before Bear had fully stepped into the room.
“And good evening to you, too,” Bear said, setting down his rucksack before wiping the worst of the rain off his bald head. Despite the short jog from his car, his plaid flannel shirt was soaked. He shivered. A date hunched under the hand dryer in the gents to both get dry and warm up was in his very near future. “They turned the heating off again?”
“Yeah, tight bastards. I switched it on when I got here about ten minutes ago.”
Bear peered out of the dark windows. “Bet this weather will keep a fair few of them at home tonight.”
Carol chuckled. “Worried no one will vote for you?”
Bear turned to face her. “Yeah, right.” The weight loss group was having a taster evening to mark the election of the Man of the Yea
