“Eat your cereal.”
By ten thirty I’ve already checked my phone about twelve times. Finally I give in.
Rory:Fancy sneaking out for lunch?
Three dots appear almost instantly.
Freya:Ummm how? You know you’re famous right?
Rory:Next town over.
Freya:Still famous there.
Rory:People might recognise me. But they won’t know who you are.
A pause.
Freya:Charming.
I grin.
Rory:I’ll wear a hat.
Freya:You’re ridiculous.
Rory:I could wear a balaclava.
Freya:Please don’t.
Rory:Meet me outside yours at twelve.
Freya:You’re very bossy.
Rory:You love it.
There’s a longer pause.
Freya:I do. And I love you
At twelve I race out to my car and wait for Freya, baseball cap firmly on. Like a criminal mastermind. Freya appears a minute later. And immediately ducks into the passenger seat like we’re escaping a bank robbery. I laugh.
“You know this makes it more suspicious.”
“Drive,” she hisses.
“Yes ma’am.”
I pull away from the kerb. “Relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
“You just threw yourself into my car like a spy.”
“I did not.”
Her phone buzzes. She glances down then groans.
“What?”
