I scratched nervously at my skin, ducking under a streetlight to briefly convince myself I’d escaped the rain. ‘I don’t know what your big idea was,’ Marcus growled, screeching to a halt next to me, hoodie pulled defiantly upwards. ‘But am I right that it’s not working?’ ‘I just need to find somewhere to lay …
‘Oooh, that’s lovely,’ Tabitha cooed, running her hands along the cool marble benchtop. ‘Does this come in pink?’ ‘In pink?’ the sales assistant frowned. ‘The… the marble? Does the marble come in pink?’ ‘Mhmmm,’ Tabitha nodded, smiling politely. ‘I’ll need it to match my cupboards.’ ‘Um, I don’t…’ the poor woman frowned slightly, unsure how …
‘How many fingers am I holding up?’ I asked, waving my hand in front of Casey’s face. He glared up at me groggily, trying to unclip his helmet. ‘I don’t know, idiot,’ he groaned. ‘Four. Now get out of my way!’ ‘Unfortunately the correct answer was six,’ I said, pulling out the two fingers on …