A few bursts of activity and a lot of couples. Couples didn't drink anywhere near so much as groups, per head, she'd noticed. Greta stood texting on her phone next to her. “Boyfriend?” she asked. “No, it's a friend... I don't have boyfriends,” she said, casting her eye up at Ali. “What, never?” She was surprised. Greta was quite pretty, tall and blond with big blue eyes. She was sure men would be very interested in her. In fact she was chatted up all the time behind the bar. Not that she seemed to take much notice. She ignored all their compliments completely. “I don't like men. Not in that way.” “You're gay?” It all made sense now. “Ya, at fifteen I had my first relationship with a much older woman.” “Is there anyone special, back in Austria?” “I have two 'friends'.”
