Grabbing a glass, I was just about to crack open a cold bottle of wine when my phone lit up with a buzz.
Hey Emma, how’s your week going? the message read.
It was from my friend, Peter John. I’d known Peter for years – he was a local guy, and we had mutual friends.
We weren’t close – I’d only really spoken to him when we’d met up as a group with other mates – so it was a bit strange to get a message from him.
But replying, we got chatting.
Fancy dinner? Peter wrote.
Go on then, I replied.
After all, he was a nice bloke and he seemed tidy – why not?
The following week, we went for dinner at a local restaurant where we chatted all night.
‘I’m glad you’re here, Emma, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while,’ he said.
Although I’d never seen Peter in a romantic light, he was charming, chatty and charismatic.
