How could something so brilliant in principle be so utterly terrifying in practice? Although I wish it was a practice. Just a casual five mins to get in the zone with a Zac lookalike. I really hoped that ever since Zac had dropped the ‘do something else to take our minds off it’ bombshell he hadn’t noticed I’d become a worried mess, even tripping over a dog at one point. We’d spent the afternoon in the park, picking at a picnic, as my nerves (and over-elasticated mum tights under my jeans) made me completely unhungry. However, it was a highlight realizing I was hanging out with someone who could make eating a Scotch egg look sexy. But after what felt like only a few minutes, the light began to fade. Damn the passing of time. If they could invent freeze-dried ice cream for space people, why couldn’t they invent a time freezer for normal people? I rubbed my arms to get a bit warmer. Zac noticed. “Shall we head off? I’d forgotten you had the body temperature of a Cornetto.”
