...he wasn’t actually expecting her to say that. Just like he never really expected her to say ‘yes’ when he asked her out two years ago. He has to admit, she asks a lot more gracefully than he did - and just like that time, he can’t stop himself shifting awkwardly.

He’s angry at her about a lot of things. He can still hear her say she was close to hating him. He knows she doesn’t trust him.

And he could no more say ‘no’ than forget his own name.

‘Alright, you’re on.’

He can’t just leave it there though.

‘Mind, I have t’warn you, Bolly. First date - upstairs, outside only.’

A fist tapping the desk emphasises his point.