His name was Gary and Elizabeth had arranged to meet him outside the art gallery in the Town Centre. She had politely refused the offer of a lift from Sunil, she was a grown woman and didn’t need a chaperone. Phillipa had texted her this morning with the arrangements and a vague description of her blind date: handsome and fun. There was no inkling of his physical attributes. Subsequently, Elizabeth found herself peering at every lone male that walked past and there were surprisingly plenty of them about.
She glanced at her watch and wondered if she was about to be stood up. It was now seven-thirty as they had arranged. She need only wait for another ten minutes before she could head home, and if she was quick she’d be back in time for Britain’s Got Talent. Elizabeth delved in her bag for
