On the packed bus, his phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hi Olly, it’s Emma”
“Oh hello, you alright?”
“Yeah, not bad - I’m on the way, now”
“Oh great”
“Do you want me to pick anything up? I nearly stopped at Tescos on the way but it was horrific”
“No, no worries, I think we’ve got everything we need”
“Lovely”
“I’m just on the way home too, so call me when you get there, ok”
“Yeah, course [she sneezes loudly]. Sorry…”
“…”
“…”
“Oh god, how totally embarassing!”
He looks around. She is sitting in the seat in behind, and one to the left.
They both go very red, and hide silently in their newspapers for the rest of the journey.
