Just ignore him ok, we may be sitting at the same table but you and me can entertain ourselves and well leave Lizzie to handle Mr. posh pants seeing as she brought him along.

Table for two ladies? the smiley Portuguese looking waiter asked as we waited to be seated.

No four please. Millie said, flashing him a smile as I gritted my teeth at the prospect of sitting at a table with Colin for an entire meal.

The waiter showed us to a table in the corner, it was nice and secluded which I preferred. And it wouldn’t be so embarrassing if I let a few insults slip over dinner.

Millie and I sat down, soon joined by the other couple. I watched as Colin took his jacket off and swung it round the back of his chair, looking around as if he expected to see a rat scuttle past or something.

Hey. A soft voice said into my ear.

I turned to find Millie gazing at me with a smile, she leant forward and kissed me gently, subtly tasting my lips before pulling away. I looked at her, set in the soft glow of the lights, her dark hair gleaming like silk and her skin, tanned and perfect. She took my breath away, I couldn’t believe I was considering going to live with her, I shouldn’t have to think about something like that. The sudden epiphany made me smile even more, a questioning look cast over Millies face as she watched me. I took her hand and linked our fingers, resting our combined hands on my thigh. The more time I spent around Millie the more I wanted to be with her, she seemed to equal me out as if we were two half’s of a whole. I know it sounded cheesy and that I was probably blinded by lust to notice that we were completely incompatible, but she made me happy and I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me genuinely happy.

Apart from the time Lizzie brought me a life size Snoopy because I had been complaining that I had nothing to cuddle in bed. It was random but the best present ever, closely followed by the bath of Frosties and milk which she made for me on my birthday and we actually managed to eat a large amount of it. But we had been drinking Baileys consistently for six hours, so we really could’ve been eating anything and not known the difference.