Page 104 of Sorry I Missed You

She turned and carried on down the hill. I watched her a for a few seconds, annoyed with myself for not being able to articulate my feelings and then started out for home, swerving to avoid a dog walker with at least ten dogs on leads, all splaying out in different directions.

‘Jack!’

I looked around. Rebecca had stopped and was looking in my direction.

‘If you want,’ she shouted, ‘come round later. I’ll make cocktails or something.’

I smiled to myself. ‘Sure,’ I shouted back. ‘Eight-ish OK?’

She gave me a wave and then she was off again.

I ruffled the back of my hair, wondering what it meant and then deciding that – for once – I was just going to go with the flow and not try to control how I felt. I’d taken a risk on my career, so maybe I could take a risk on this, too?