‘Yay!’
‘And Anastasia, could you please show Mrs Foreman out.’
Is that all the woman did all day, show people in and out of the house and make coffee?
‘I’ll see you back at the language school, Grace.’
‘Of course.’
Out of the house and back on the pavement, Grace took a couple of deep breaths. Having tons of money wasn’t all it was cracked up to be sometimes. It certainly wasn’t making Elena Kokkinakis happy.
She switched her phone back on and saw there’d been a message from Will.
Film tonight? New programme. Psychological thriller. Mixed reviews.
He certainly wasn’t a big texter.
Why not?
That a yes?
Yes, ok.
Don’t get too excited. I’ll get tickets and you buy the gyros. Meet me at Tony’s, directly opposite the cinema at 8?
Deal.
Grace debated whether to add a kiss as she usually did at the end of her messages but decided to leave it.
* * *
Grace arrived in the square with five minutes to go, but Will was already waiting. He pointed at a spare table under a tree.
‘Quick, grab it. Tables here are like gold dust. I’ll go and order at the bar.’
Grace raised a hand.
‘Hello usually works for me.’
‘Amusing.’
She did as she was told and sat down at the table just a couple of seconds before another couple, who tutted and carried on walking. It was then she realised that he hadn’t actually asked her what she wanted. She hated men who did that, ordered for a woman. And what was so special about this place anyway? There were tons of gyros bars on the island.
Will sat down with a glistening bottle of Mythos beer in each hand and put one in front of her with a glass.
‘I presume you like Mythos.’
‘And what if I don’t?’
Will smiled.
‘I’ll drink both of them.’
‘As it happens, I do.’ Grace poured herself a glass and took a long draught. ‘But you never asked me what I wanted.’
‘Sorry, no time. Anyway, you can’t come to Tony’s and not have the pork gyros with all the trimmings. It’s what they’re famous for.’
‘And what’s so special about this kebab?’
