ROANNE
“What are you doing?” I asked Scott when I saw him for the third time in a row in front of the coffee shop. It can't be a coincidence the third time. “I’m trying to woo you. Is it working?” He bounced his eye brows and I smiled, despite myself. “Who still uses the word ‘woo’ ?”
Clearly. It's a British thing then. Or maybe it’s just two of them that are old-fashioned. Scott and Jameson. I bet they’d be good friends. Which reminds me... “Are you friends with Scott?” I ask and he bunches his eyebrows. “You have a boyfriend? Scott? Ouch,” he says and actually visibly winces. “Oh no. No, I don’t have a boyfriend.” I think I said that too quickly. Because he smiles brightly again. He needs to stop taking everything as a sign. “I mean. Scott Weston:” He blinks. “I’m not sure if I know w
