I nod. Annoyingly, this is quite familiar territory. She leans in and whispers, ‘Do you think we can try remembering the vision again, before we leave here?’
Cormac is busy on his phone too, but I take a step away from him anyway. ‘Not with them around. Maybe another time.’
Her eyes flicker with annoyance. ‘But I want to try again. It was meant to be only us today.’
I flinch. ‘Hey, it’s not my fault. I can hardly tell them to stop interfering in our magical adventures.’
She blinks. ‘I know, sorry. It’s just…that feeling earlier. I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to know what it means.’ She chews her lip.
‘So do I. We can always come back tomorrow when—’
‘Yeeooooooooo!’
I jump and everyone in the immediate vicinity turns to see Cormac punch the air. ‘I got the job! Yer boy’s a barista in training!’
His joy is infectious and the four of us fall into a hug. I’m only slightly aware of Paul’s arm around my shoulder, because I now have boundaries.
‘Right,’ says Cormac. ‘No excuses. You have to come up to Paul’s tonight for my big celebration. Deal?’
‘Deal,’ I say. ‘Shall we head then? The sooner we get our photos sorted, the sooner we can come meet you.’
‘Not yet,’ says Cormac. ‘There’s something we have to do first. It’s essential!’
‘No way,’ says Paul.
‘Absolutely not,’ says Meg.
‘Cormac, no!’
He throws his hands in the air. ‘Aww, you guys. Come on. It’s for memories.Memories!’
We’re standing by a replica of the bow of theTitanicwith a backdrop of the rest of the ship, where people get photos taken to recreate the famously cheesy moment from the film.
‘I think I’ll remember this just fine,’ I say.
‘Pleeeeaaase!’ He drops to his knees.
‘Mate,’ says Paul, turning away.
Cormac grins and shuffles towards him. ‘Pretty please!’
Meg laughs. ‘Fine, if you stop doing that, I’ll get in the photo with you.’
Cormac bows. ‘Thanking you. Paul?’
He groans. ‘Anything to get you to stop.’
Cormac turns to me.
‘No, I’m not doing it.’
‘It’ll be fun,’ says Meg.
Cormac stick his lips out in a pout. ‘Come on. You can be Kate.’
I laugh and Cormac takes this as a yes. He drags me towards the rail of the bow and pushes me to the front as he, Paul and Meg get behind me.
‘Arms out, Michael,’ says Cormac.
