CHAPTER 12
Mr whats-is-name smiles back and takes a step towards me. I gaze up at his dishevelled but strangely attractive appearance. We both open our mouths to speak but before we get the chance, the waitress is bustling over and steering him towards the signing in desk. I crane my neck, in the hope of catching his name, but he has his back to me and I’m unable to hear anything over the loud chatter in the restaurant. He’s led away and I’m left alone, staring forlornly down at my wine. The idea swirls around my mind that I might have actually been stood up. How very embarrassing. Should I give Darren a call? I wonder, there might be some entirely plausible explanation for his absence. Too needy a voice inside me argues. I drain the rest of my drink and get to my feet with a res
