Chapter Seventy-two
It was perhaps the last thing that Matthew felt like doing, but he had promised to take Samantha out to dinner, and Saturday had arrived. He picked her up at her inner-city flat just on dark, and drove them in his VW to a small café that Sam picked out named VIBE, hidden away on a back street in Newtown.
‘Very trendy,’ she had promised him.
When they arrived, it was clear to Matthew that ‘trendy’ actually meant tiny and rather grubby on the outside. Inside, however, it was both clean and jam-packed with a clientele that Matthew thought was interesting. The day had been overcast with showers, and the evening was turning cool. There was an abundance of beards and duffle coats amongst the men, as well as florescent hair, startling lipsticks and bright-coloured clothing
