I nodded as if I understood. I wanted to ask what you were doing here, with me . . . if I’d seen you before. I wanted to know why you were interested. I wasn’t an idiot, it was easy to see how much younger I was than you. But I didn’t ask. I was nervous I guess, not wanting you to be dodgy in any way. And I suppose it made me feel grown-up, sitting there with the most handsome man in the cafe, drinking a coffee he had just bought for me.
