Don't You Forget About Me

by Mhairi McFarlane

Bloody hell, Nana Hogg is phenomenal.

That generosity of caring what someone else thinks, it’s a great quality, it’s not weakness. It’s not your fault if others have exploited it.

“Look, I know you feel like Miss Marple around these freshers but the self-loathing can go too far.”

“So—when I say I wondered if you’d like to go for dinner sometime . . .” Lucas draws breath and continues: “What I really wonder is, if you too hope we have one of those first dates that turns into days and nights, not only due to lust but because we can’t stand to be apart.” A lady-gasp goes up from the table, and I blush.

“I want all those things from you. Thank you. Offer accepted. I’m going to hold you to the chippy run in particular.”