9 NOVEMBER 2017
The bar – or the pub as the English liked to call it – was quiet when Emily entered. She spotted Rowan straightaway, but he didn’t notice her. His eyes were fixed on his phone. She hesitated a moment before taking the few steps separating her from the table he occupied in the middle of the floor.
“Hi.”
He looked up from his phone screen, a little lost at first, but then his face lit up when he recognised her.
“Hi there. Sorry, I didn’t see you. I was engrossed in Facebook.” Rowan blushed a little, as if he had been in the middle of something morally questionable.
“That’s OK. How’s f*******: these days?” Emily took her coat off and sat down across from him.
“It’s good. Are you sure you’re not on it?” Rowan’s eyes searched her face.
Emily rearranged her low-cut top s
