Nick studies my expression.
“It’s no problem,” I add. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Mmm.”
“I’m just going to go and have a shower. Bring him to the back gates, my car’s parked there.”
“Mmm.”
“Have you forgotten how to speak? Or can you only communicate in noises now?”
He lifts his hands.
“Oh wow, now gestures, too…”
Nick flashes me his middle finger before flinging an arm around Evan and leading him away.
Those two could almost be twins.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of that horrendous thought, as Ian comes over to me.
“You’re taking him home.”
I shrug.
“Chris’ son.”
“Fuck off,” I say through my teeth.
Ian sighs. “No more bullshit, okay? I like that café.”
“Me?”
He snorts derisively and lets me go. I head towards the showers, wash myself, and then quickly get dressed, both eager and nervous to go back there, to her house. Because after today, that match, these emotions…I just want to see her. And I don’t even want to ask myself why.
