TRUE-LIFE
Pulling a pint, I watched a bloke with dark hair and stubble saunter through a sea of England shirts.
‘I'm David,’ he grinned, taking a gulp of his beer.
‘Bethany,’ I smiled back.
It was June 2018 and, aged 36, I was at one of my many jobs.
Single, I lived alone and juggled cleaning gigs alongside bar work while studying for my law degree through Open University.
Tonight, England were playing in the World Cup and my boss had brought some pals, including David, to watch.
But as the fans screamed at the TV, David seemed more interested in me.
Chatting away as I cleaned glasses, David was easy-going