“Firstly,” says Theo, “we need to address your sugar habit.” I roll my eyes. I don’t want to have this argument again. “And secondly,” he adds, “I’ve got you covered.” Theo produces four sachets of sugar from his pocket, finishes his half of the tea, and then pours all four of them into the second half. He shakes his head as he hands me the cup. “Enjoy,” he says, and then he settles back into his seat. This is the moment I know that Theo has fallen in love with me.
