Who was lurking in my shed?

Sasha Wright, 35

Standing at the cash register, I daintily counted out the customer’s change.

‘Have a nice day!’ I said, flashing my best smile.

‘You too,’ he replied.

I served dozens of fellas every day at the sandwich shop where I worked.

Only, David Ricketts, 35, was different.

With his striking blue eyes and cheeky smile, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fancy him.

But, staying professional, I treated him like any other customer.

Only, then, in March 2016, a message popped up on Facebook.

Hey, Sasha, how are you?