We worked on a “flexible working scheme” which meant that I could accrue hours or diminish my working day. It was a lot like a credit card and I spent most of the latter half of my months making up for the deficit I’d created at the beginning. Ten years and I still hadn’t learned. Friday night finally came and I was sprawled out on the second-hand squishy sofa as Rebecca set up. We were about to start our DVD fest complete with crisps, pop, and pyjamas when a knock sounded at the door. An unmistakable knock, the Doug tap. “What is he doing here tonight?” Rebecca threw the controls to the side in a huff. “It’s our night.” “I don’t know why he’s here.” If I was honest, I was as disgruntled as she was. He never intruded on girls’ night, ever. “Tell him he sucks.” “Tell him yourself.” I opened the door to his best charming grin. He knew he was trespassing. Cute or not, he was invading. “Before Rebecca throws knives at me, I have a very good reason.” He held up a massive box of chocolates.
