‘No, but –’ he shakes his head – ‘you’re Nick and Charlie.’ I laugh. ‘What does that mean?’ ‘It’s …’ He laughs too, a nervous expulsion of air. ‘You’re … it’s hard to explain. It’s like, if you had to provide evidence for soul mates, everyone would pick you two.’ I snort. ‘There’s no such thing as soul mates.’ ‘Maybe. But you two present a pretty convincing argument.’
