Thursday, 19 April 2012
The language of love......
"Are you sure," she asked.
The movie had been great. The pub was brilliant. The second brilliant new discovery she'd made with him. He had said lets do this again, what did that mean?
"So Friday?" she said.
"Yes." he said.
"Charlotte Rampling." she said.
"Love Charlotte Rampling." he said.
"I mean you don't have to. If you don't want to." she said, looking up at him, the bus almost there. Should she kiss him good bye? On the cheek? On the lips?
She looked at the bus.
"I do want to. Am I sending mixed messages?"
Mixed messages, she thought, she didn't even know she was on the mailing list.
Top tip: go see Le Harve..... utterly excellent.