The Nags Head was a small, pokey pub that was entirely out of place in the financial district of London. For this exact reason, Harriette had chosen it. They had no trouble finding a table with enough seats to accommodate everyone else. Elle wasted little time as they awaited their colleagues' arrival, draining a Southern Comfort and lemonade in seconds.
"This is the start of a beautiful friendship," Harriette said, following suit and knocking back her own drink.
To Elle's relief, the 'others' consisted of only 3 other people – June, a slim middle-aged woman, Kian, who had a jawline as strong as his Irish accent, and Michael, who seemed more focussed on getting a beer than greeting anyone. Once Harriette had named them all, Elle made the conscious effort to try to remember all their name
