Why are you being so hard on Sarah? I thought you were friends.
SAM:
That was before I had to live with her.
ANDREW:
What’s so annoying about her?
SAM:
Everything!
ANDREW:
I’ll need more than that, bud.
SAM:
She’s a total neat freak! I didn’t realise it was possible for one woman to own so many coasters.
ANDREW:
You knew that before you moved in.
SAM:
She makes noise all the time.
ANDREW:
Well, it is her flat.
SAM:
She does yoga at random moments.
ANDREW:
She does look quite bendy.
SAM:
She dresses like an explosion in a paint factory! And she’s always glaring at me like she hates me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she does hate me. Or at least she doesn’t like me very much. She always looks irritated by me. She didn’t laugh at a single one of my stories today. And I tell good stories. I mean, the one about the driver mix-up? That’s a funny story! Everyone loves that story! But you’d think I’d told her about my dad’s funeral. And then tonight I sent her a fucking baby photo – no, I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea – and yeah, she sent me a photo back but she shut the conversation down and left me on read pretty quickly after that so why the hell did I even start it? What was I thinking?
What am I doing?
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Chapter Seven
INT.NORTHSIDEOFFICES
I can’twaitfor Art to see this outfit.
There’s a spring in my step as I stride into the IBC TV building on Thursday morning. I’m still on a high from both my encounter with Justin and Roo’s delighted reaction to hearing about it when she got home. (‘Once, I might have wanted toseehim scrabbling around after his games,’ she said, ‘but your re-enactment will live with me forever.’) I’m even more colourful than usual in an orange and hot-pink shirt dress with matching pink tights and my yellow coat. It’s the tights that will push him over the edge, I think gleefully. He’s going tohatethem.
But when I stroll into our office, cup of coffee in hand, and say, ‘Morning!’, Art barely looks up from his desk.