Her hair was everywhere and her loose-fitting top hung from her slight frame like an oversized gown on a small hanger. “Woah!” said Ash as she opened the door. “It’s not bloody Halloween, love!” With that, he pushed past her, throwing an air kiss her way as he did. “Nice house,” he said, scanning the available rooms on display. “I’m assuming you didn’t decorate them.” Amy looked at Tom with dead eyes. “He’s leaving soon,” said Tom by means of reassurance. “You look like a jilted bride and smell like a moist gusset,” Ash offered, checking his phone. “Go and find the kitchen and make us all a drink, you prick,” scowled Tom. Ash looked up at Tom. “Easy, tiger,” he said before flouncing off. Amy, who did look like crap, stood before Tom. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, I wait ages for a bloke as nice as Sam and when he comes along, I’m having doubts.
