Chapter 11

• I tune back into the conversation for a few seconds. ‘Italy, I think, and then driving to Provence—’ Sophie is saying. Luke gazes lovingly at her when she talks, it’s so cute. They met when he walked past a pub in Soho, saw her through the window, went in and drank alone at the bar till he had the courage to go and talk to her. And that was it. I hope it’s that easy for everyone, i.e. me.
• Robert soon returns, putting his phone back in his pocket. He must have just got her number, I think to myself. Smooth.
• ‘Have you recovered from your disastrous date, Abigail?’ he asks. He maintains very steady eye contact, I ’ve noticed. I bet that’s part of the whole calm thing.