Mr Tufnell’s gaze flitted ceaselessly between us all. I noticed it lingered longest on me and Holly. ‘Well,’ he remarked as I handed him his cup, ‘you’re a bright little shower, and no mistake. Scrubbed and shiny and pleasing on the eye. I could find jobs for one or two of you in my shows, if this agency lark doesn’t work out.’
I might vomit
