CHAPTER 20
“So let me get this right.” Robbie is standing with his hands on his hips, surveying me with distaste. “You’re going on a date with my teacher, and you want me to tag along?”
“It’s not a date,” I snort, “Joel’s just asked me to show him around the city centre. He’s new to the area Robbie and wants someone to show him the sights.” I put down my pen, “plus his daughter will be tagging along too. She’s your age, I’m sure you’ll have a lot in common.”
“I doubt it,” Robbie shakes his head, “how will she get on having to mix with a ruffian from the local comprehensive?”
“I’m sure she’ll cope,” I bite back, “now, will you come? Pur-lease?”
“If I must.” Robbie flings himself into the nearest armchair, “what’s for tea then?”
“We’re having a chip shop,” I reply with a grimace
