Act natural, Lucy. Walk in there like sex on legs. No awkwardness. Go. He looks at me, my ankle wobbles, and I drop my handbag. The lid of my lunchbox pops off and a tomato rolls across the floor. I drop to my hands and knees and my stiletto heel gets caught on the dangling buckle belt of my coat. “Crap.” I try to crawl. “Smooth.” Josh gets up and walks to me. “Shuddup.” He unhooks my coat and gathers up my lunch, before holding a hand down to me. I hesitate minutely before I take it, letting him haul me up. “Can I rewind my entrance?”
