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patting it.
    Why bloody not, I think to myself as I make my way over – gliding past the other customers – my eyes firmly set on the seat next to Brett …
    Brandon Flowers has a lot to answer for, I groan, as his rocky crooning takes me away from The Barge Café, away from that seat and away from Brett’s unbelievably magical eyes that I was just about to gaze into.
    So odd
, I think, the thought of the handsome near-stranger making me smile as I cuddle into my pillow dreamily, wishing it could physically morph into the beautiful Brett.
    I sigh longingly at the thought.
    If only …
    I wonder if I could actually pull off a bob now that I’m an adult. My mum decided to chop all my hair off when I was nine because I’d been chewing gum at a friend’s house (I wasn’t allowed it at home) and it somehow ended up tangled in my hair when it fell from my mouth as we were playing (on reflection that’s probably why Mum banned gum indoors). Apparently there was no alternative but to lop off my almost-bum-length hair to just below my ears, creating a nasty nest on the top of my head.
    I looked like a little boy with a crazy afro …
    It was tragic.
    Would I be tempting fate to repeat itself if I took the plunge and chopped it all off now? Probably. My frizzy, unruly, straw-like mane would enjoy the weightlessness far too much and go crazy.
    What a shame.
    But Brett …
    I laugh as I give the pillow another squeeze at the thought of him.
    ‘Sar,’ calls Carly, walking through the door without knocking with her phone to her ear – she’s wearing off-white cotton knickers and a pink vest top that’s struggling to contain her huge boobs. Plus, I can see her nipples through the fabric – not that I’ve not seen her totally naked on multiple occasions, but it’s still a sight first thing in the morning. ‘Nat’s on the phone. What are you wearing tonight?’ she asks, leaning on the doorframe with her hand on her hip.
    ‘God knows,’ I frown, a knot forming in my stomach from the thought of having to go to the housewarming.
    ‘Casual though, yeah?’
    ‘Yeah,’ I reply, my fingertips digging into the pillow in my arms.
    ‘Told you,’ Carly says into the phone before laughing at Natalia’s reply. ‘Are you coming here to get ready? Oh okay, we’ll just meet you there then.’
    Carly gives me a wink and then leaves the room, shutting the door behind her as she goes.
    Frustrated, I tense my elbows into my ribs, tighten my hands into fists, clench my butt and bring my knees into my chest. Opening my mouth, I give an almighty voiceless scream, my body shaking as I do so.
    Once it’s out, and my body is no longer scrunched in rage, I take a deep breath and feel my head ringing from the pressure.
    I feel sick when we arrive at Dan and Perfect Lexie’s house. It’s as wonderful as I’d feared and I can’t help but
feel deflated that it’s not mine and that I have to be there to witness the milestone while giving lots of friendly supportive chatter.
    I’d already been online and checked out the property on Rightmove as soon as they said they said they’d put in an offer (don’t judge me, I’m just a nosy ex with nothing better to do than dream of the house I might’ve lived in once upon a time) – but this two-bed house is even more beautiful in real life. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not a mansion or anything grand – but it’s homely, snug and theirs. No wonder I’m smacked with jealousy once we land on their ‘home sweet home’ doormat.
    Dan answers the door with a megawatt smile that would make Mickey Mouse proud. His dark hair has been freshly cut – short at the back and sides with a bit of length on the top. It’s the same style he’s had since I first met him – actually, he did have a skinhead at one point, but that was only because the trainee at the barbers totally messed it up and ran a pair of clippers too far up the back. Dan was mortified and wore a snapback for a whole month. He