And Michelle repeated, What! What! at the other end of the phone line. The excitement in Vita’s voice was contagious. ‘I really like him.’ ‘Yes, yes – but you’re skipping the details. So, you left the posh park place, had a licky ice cream, went for a pizza and then what?’ ‘We came back here – to mine.’ ‘And?’ ‘I made coffee and we had a chat – the heart-to-heart we’d had earlier had formed this really lovely surface, secure but soft, on which we could just natter. I can’t tell you how exciting it is, learning about someone you know you click with – hearing about their lives, discovering all the funny things that make them tick. The things you share.’ ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ said Michelle, ‘enough of the questionnaire information. And then what?’ ‘What?’ ‘Action – not words.’ ‘Well, we did some more kissing.’ ‘And then what?’ ‘And then he went.’ ‘He went? What about coming?’ ‘Michelle!’ ‘Did you not jump his bones?’ ‘It’s not like that!
