Odd for midweek, but perhaps not when you considered that this was the lead up to Christmas… Peering in through the tinted windows, she felt daunted. She had only been for a drink in a crowd before. She tried to identify a free table before taking the plunge, but then a few spots of rain hit her in the face, forcing her to act. Noise and warmth hit her as she walked inside. An earnest young man in designer jeans and a smart black top came towards her right away. ‘Ah, good,’ he said, as if he had been expecting her. ‘You’re just in time.’ Without any explanation he grabbed her elbow and started steering her through the throng. She was about to protest he’d got the wrong person, but then she noticed he was leading her towards an empty table. At least she’d get the chance to sit down and read her book. Buzzy? The place was heaving. At least this wasn’t Lorenzo’s type of place, Carly consoled herself, pulling out her novel.
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