‘I have an idea!’ He starts texting someone on his phone. ‘I’m talking to Becky, and she wants to meet you! Do you want to go out today?’ ‘Hmm, I don’t know,’ I say, because I really don’t. And also because I don’t really know how to process the information that Becky wants to meet me. Nobody has ever wanted to meet me of their own free will. I’m usually just a consequence in people’s lives. Never a choice.
