Her mouth fell open in indignation. ‘That’s not what I—’ ‘And anyway, I’m buying you dinner! Don’t give me a hard time!’ And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago. They stood on the edge of a long pointless argument that she felt she would win, but which would leave the evening in tatters. Instead, she hid her face in her drink, her teeth biting the glass, and counted slowly before saying: ‘Let’s change the subject.’
