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And wasn’t he now inviting her to have dinner with him?

‘Why don’t you join me? My table is’

She looked around for an ehed because it had probably been taken Arriving late would not be an option for anyone who had booked a table in this place There would be a long list of people waiting in the wings for tables booked by poor, hapless idiots who ed in traffic on the way

‘Where?’ Sergioto spot a vacant table

‘Gone’ She sighed again

‘Oh, dear’

‘I don’t norh a little thrill darted through her at the thought of having dinner with him

He was so unlike any man she had ever met Her last boyfriend, Aidan, had been a would-be writer ent on protest rallies, railed against ‘capitalist pigs’ and had now disappeared to the other side of the world, where he was bu little jobs to keep hiuely kept in touch

‘Do what?’ Sergio inclined his head to one side

‘Force ers and then accept meals from them I’ll join you on one condition, and it’s that I pay for reat place financially at the moment’

And she wouldn’t be there at all were it not for her parents’ generosity She had always o it on her own, but the temptation to have a free meal at the hottest ticket in town had been irresistible

‘By which you nalled to a waiter for menus and then relaxed back, prepared to be amused

‘I’m between jobs, in actual fact Well, no, that’s not strictly true I’m a freelance artist, but still quite new to the business I haven’t had tiround at the s will pick up I’h Iat a pub near to where I live I can only hope that I get so-term contract, which would be brilliant Via word of mouth Of course I’ve been in touch with every pu—’

‘Enough Really not all that interested in the backstory Correct , but the bottoular work?’

‘It’s a coraphic art and illustrations’