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'Have you had so?' I persist 'Or … or is it soer in his face

'I said, it's nothing Quit it'

Great That puts me in my place, doesn't it?

'Would you both care for dessert?' A waiter's voice interrupts ive him a strained sh of this evening I just want to get it over and go home

'Very well' The waiter smiles at me 'Any coffee?'

'She does want dessert,' says Jack, over my head

What? What did he just say? The waiter looks at me hesitantly

'No I don't!' I say fir tone is back 'You don't have to pretend with me You told me on the plane, this is what you always say You say you don't want a dessert, when really, you do'

'Well, this time, I really don't'

'It's specially created for you' Jack leans forward 'H&auue, Bailey's sauce on the side …'

Suddenly I feel completely patronized How does he knohat I want? Maybe I just want fruit Maybe I want nothing He has no idea about ry' I push my chair back

'Emma, I know you You want it, really--'

'You don't know rily, before I can stop myself 'Jack, you may know a few random facts about me But that doesn't mean you know me!'

'What?' Jack stares atvoice, 'you would have realized that when I go out to dinner with so I like them to treat me with a bit of respect, and not telltoat me in astonishment

'Enored '

'That's not fair'

'You have! You've been on autopilot Ever since your…'

'Look' Jack rubs his face 'A few things are going on in my life at the o on withoutI so wanted this to be a perfect evening I had such high hopes I can't believe it's gone so wrong