“I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow.”
Lisa nodded, “Okay.”
Gabe pushed back his chair and rose to his feet.
“See you tomorrow.”
Lisa waved and watched him as he disappeared out of the cafe and onto the High Street. As soon as he had disappeared out of view, Ruby rushed over, a damp dishcloth in her hand.
“What did he say?” She asked, taking a seat opposite Lisa.
“Not a lot. I did most of the talking,” Lisa smiled at Ruby’s crestfallen face. “He just wanted to know exactly what happened, but he wants me to go to the hotel with him tomorrow …” she trailed off.
Ruby sighed, “He was dreamy. What was his name?”
“Gabe,” replied Lisa. “Gabe Thomas.”
His name rolled off her tongue.
“He’s even got a dreamy name,” Ruby sighed again.
“I better get going,” Lisa began, rising to her feet. “
