Our Stop - Laura Jane Williams Page 0,77

go. Nadia got the tickets, and Eddie paid for the popcorn, gleefully pouring a bag of Maltesers into it so that halfway through a handful they’d get a surprise chocolate boost.

Eddie poked his head out from where he was cooking dinner in the kitchen. ‘Mind?’ he said, incredulous. ‘Why would I mind?’

Nadia smiled. ‘I suppose I thought you might miss me too much,’ she said.

Eddie threw the tea towel over his shoulder and came over to her, leaning over the sofa to issue a kiss.

‘Well, yes, of course I’ll miss you,’ he said. ‘But I presume you’re seeing the girls?’

‘Exactly,’ Nadia said. ‘I’m going to see if Emma can come out to play.’

‘Perfect,’ said Eddie. ‘Maybe I’ll go out with the boys.’

Nadia reached for her phone and messaged Emma:

Nadia: HELLO! Can you do a dinner this week?

Emma texted back immediately – one of the things Nadia liked most about her, and had found so frustrating lately. She’d been taking 48 hours to get back to her.

Emma: What are you thinking?

Nadia: Thursday?

Emma: Ah – I’m heading out of town Tuesday till Friday.

Nadia: For work?

Emma: Yeah! So … Friday? Saturday?

Nadia: Yup! I’ve got Mary’s birthday on Saturday night, but other than that!

Emma: Noted. How’s it going with The Ginge?

Nadia: Don’t call him that! Also, would you hate me if I said how nice it is to have somebody to do stuff with?

Emma: Why would I hate you for that! It *is* nice to have somebody to do stuff with! … I mean, you like him too, though, yes?

Eddie called through from the kitchen, ‘Five-minute warning, babe! Fish Wellington with hollandaise sauce incoming!’

‘I’ll lay the table!’ Nadia shouted back.

Nadia: Of course I like him! Literally, he is plating up homemade fish Wellington as I type.

Emma: Okay, well – enjoy, and I’ll let you know about the weekend later in the week if that’s okay!

Nadia: Okay!!

The next day at work, Nadia made a point of texting Gaby to connect too.

Nadia: Coffee in the lobby in five?

Gaby: Oh babe! I’m on annual leave this week!

Nadia: What!!!!!!

Gaby: I had holiday to use up before the next big project starts and I’m not allowed to breathe without permission. I’m at home!

Nadia: Damn. I need a warning about these things!

Gaby: Lol.

Nadia: Are you around for drinks? Dinner?

Gaby: Some of the time! I’m around at the weekend?

Nadia: Oh. Okay, cool. Yeah, the weekend works! Are you staying home the whole week?

Gaby: I’m going to leave town for a few days – get some fresh air, maybe by the sea. Do you wanna do Bellanger for brunch? Sunday?

Nadia: I do. I’ll book a table so we can sit outside if it’s still warm. I’m loving this ever-lasting summer.

Gaby: Perfect! Thank you!

Nadia: Enjoy your time off. I’m gonna miss you!

Gaby:

The next morning, Nadia felt dejected. It truly was lovely to be seeing somebody, but she wanted to drink and wear lipstick and be fabulous with her tribe. She missed one drink turning into two bottles, and hungover brunches, and being a plus-one to whichever restaurant Emma had to review that week. Still, at least she had somebody else she could spend the time with. Eddie showed up on time, called when he said he would, and they had good sex.

They spent Sundays together, going to the market and getting ingredients that Eddie knew what to do with: he fed her poached cod in pistachio and parmesan crust, and made his own clotted-cream ice cream, and often cooked in double batches so that she could freeze the leftovers in a Tupperware and have it in the week.

She had a sated sex drive, a fridge full of food, and company as the nights drew in.

She was lucky.

She loved love, and what she had was surely going to lead to it. She’d be greedy for wanting any more than what she had. But …

The lab was empty that morning, and with nobody around she pulled up Twitter on her screen, typing into the search bar at the top right: #OurStop

She didn’t do it often, but sometimes, on occasion, she liked to remind herself that the whole letters-in-the-paper thing had happened, and other people had not only seen them, but felt so moved by them that they’d used a special hashtag to talk about them. Nobody had written anything since the last time she checked. It was Your_London_Gal who had said: I can’t believe the #OurStop guy didn’t turn up, and then asked for forgiveness from her! I wouldn’t write back if I was her.