Sebastian and I are sitting having lunch in our local pub: he’s stuffing himself with their legendary beer battered fish and chips topped with a mountain of creamy mushy peas, and I’m trying to be somewhat restrained with a grilled chicken and Mediterranean vegetable salad. I suspect that my hard work has been undone by the bottle of wine we’ve ordered, but it is the weekend after all. As I fork up another yummy mouthful of aubergine and peppers, I hear the strains of my favourite boy band coming from my jacket pocket and Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Finally!” I exclaim, examining the display. I’ve been worried that I haven’t heard from her. If I hadn’t have been so busy I’d have gone round to find out what’s been going on with her. I chew my food, swallow and answer my phone.“Serena! Where on earth-”A cold, angry voice cuts me off.“How could you let this happen?’I drop my fork onto the wooden table. Sebastian looks at me questioningly.“Eh? Let what happen?”
