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as he continued the order. ‘And the lady will have the wild oats with strawberries.’ Oats , she was thinking, as the waiter wrote it down. ‘Two fresh orange juices and a double espresso.’
    We’re already playing the game, she realised. ‘You can never be too rich or too thin,’ she said with sarcasm when the waiter had gone.
    ‘Or too obedient,’ Richard added.
    Then he smiled and it occurred to her that she liked this game, whatever the prize. She was going to ask Richard if he trained racehorses but it was more fun not knowing anything, his job, his surname, his hobbies.
    She focused on his blue eyes. ‘People hate being looked at on the tube,’ she remarked.
    ‘Not everyone.’
    ‘Everyone,’ she said emphatically. ‘How many girls have you given your number to?’
    ‘Very few as it happens.’
    ‘I bet that’s not true.’
    ‘They are always very carefully selected.’
    She didn’t really believe him but was pleased anyway. ‘I was chosen?’ she asked.
    He tapped the end of her nose. ‘Questions. Questions. Questions,’ he said, and he wasn’t smiling.
    She tucked into her oats and strawberries. It was surprisingly good and it seemed as if even her taste-buds had had awoken like Snow White after a long interminable sleep. She glanced up. He was studying her, watching her lips.
    ‘Selected,’ she said, and he wiped milk from the corners of her mouth. ‘Even I didn’t know I was going to call you.’
    ‘Saturday evening and you’re looking at the TV listings in the paper.’
    ‘All the boys my age are so boring.’
    ‘You’re... 20?’
    ‘Almost.’
    ‘What kind of school did you go to?’
    She didn’t answer.
    ‘A boarding school. A convent,’ he suggested and she frowned because he was right. ‘With nasty little nuns.’
    ‘Vicious, actually.’
    ‘You miss the discipline, Greta May,’ he said. ‘It is the secret of being a great actress.’
    ‘That’s what they said at drama school.’
    ‘And they were right.’
    He carried on eating and Greta thought back to the brief conversation when she was in the bath; she’d had a feeling as Richard was leaving to get the pizzas that he knew exactly who she was, that they weren’t strangers who had met by chance on a train. She’d thought it then and she thought it now. She had been selected, as he put it, chosen for a role and, if that were so, she intended to give the best performance of her life.
    Greta wriggled in her chair and the lightning flash across the marks of discipline made her wriggle even more.
    The two couples they had beaten to the table were still waiting, each glaring at their partner, blaming them for the delay, and when she thought back to those months when she’d lived with Jason what had lodged in her memory was the pettiness of it all, his reprimands to make her better , his smelly socks, the sink full of saucepans and grey stubble in her toothbrush.
    In a relationship there is always tension but with a stranger all those pressures are forgotten and you can just give in to your fantasies. Her mind stretched back over the three years since she’d left school and what she recalled most was doing things she didn’t really want to be doing, learning her craft with dull repetition, reading for parts that rarely came, the incessant ennui. She wasn’t exactly sure what ennui meant but it was from a play by someone wicked like Jean Genet or Guy de Maupassant and she knew it was something intolerable.
    Richard stirred his espresso.
    ‘Why didn’t you get me one?’
    He didn’t reply and she remembered she wasn’t supposed to ask.
    ‘Coffee bleaches the calcium from young bones,’ he then said.
    ‘What about my cigarettes?’ she asked hopefully.
    ‘Ah, yes.’ He had insisted that she leave her bag at his flat, she didn’t need money or her mobile phone, he explained, and carried her Camels in his pocket. He gave them to her and she slipped one between her pouty lips. It waggled as she spoke.
    ‘Do