TRUE-LIFE
Placing a tray of empty glasses on the bar, I scrawled my number on the back of a receipt.
‘It was nice to meet you,’ I blushed, handing it to the customer.
‘You too,’ he winked, stuffing it into his pocket and going back to his mates.
In February 2022, I was waitressing at the local pub in my village near Swansea and one of the lads there had started flirting with me.
The next day, he texted me.
It’s Harvey. Fancy meeting up with me?
Did I?!
Meet after work this evening? I fired back.
Harvey strode into the pub as my shift ended.
Grabbing some drinks we sat down.
He was
