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Leaning back in his chair with a proprietorial air, Ben ordered a full English breakfast.
‘I’m sorry,’ I told him. ‘Breakfast stops at midday and it’s after one.’
Ben laughed. ‘Don’t be daft. You work here, don’t you? You can serve breakfast any time you want.’
‘No, I’m sorry, I really can’t,’ I insisted, half laughing yet frustrated with him for being awkward. ‘Don’t be a pain in the neck, Ben.’ I broke off anxiously, nervous about upsetting him. ‘It says quite clearly on the menu that breakfast is served until midday. Look! Breakfast served until midday. That means it stops at midday.’
‘Well, you can just start it again. Are you my girl or not? Consider it a perk of the job that you can keep your fella happy.’
I hesitated, torn between pleasing Ben and following Hannah’s rules.
