‘No. It’s not that. I—um. My wife was exactly the same. She used to leave half-drunk mugs of tea all over the fucking house. Drove me insane.’ ‘Oh my God,’ I whisper. I press my palm to my heart. ‘I had no idea. I’m so sorry.’ ‘Nothing to apologise for,’ he says in a clipped manner. ‘Just took me by surprise, that’s all.’ ‘Okay then.’ I slide off the desk. ‘Well, thanks.’ I swear I feel his eyes fixed to my arse as I stroll back to my desk, humming Movie in my Mind as I go.
