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‘You’re still thinking about that girl on the platform, aren’t you?’
    ‘I might be.’
    ‘You are!’
    ‘Okay, so I am.’
    Mark could not understand it. ‘What’s wrong with you? You’ve only seen her the once, and even that was from a distance! A couple of times I talked to you at the show, and you were miles away. It’s like she’s imprinted on your mind.’
    He had never seen Pete so preoccupied. ‘Either it really is love at first sight, or she’s a witch, and she’s put you under her spell.’ Waving his fingers, he made a ghostly sound.
    Pete warned him off. ‘Don’t talk rubbish!’
    But Mark was worried. ‘Think about it, mate. She could be married anyway. Or she might bea nasty piece of work no one would touch with a barge pole.’
    Pete had already considered all these things. ‘All right. You’ve made your point. Now change the subject, will you?’
    ‘I’m sorry, mate,’ Mark apologised. ‘I was only thinking of you. I mean…you don’t know that girl from Adam.’
    ‘I thought I asked you to change the subject?’
    ‘Okay, keep your hair on.’ Mark knew when to stop, and he did.
    ‘Fancy another drink?’ Slapping a fiver into Mark’s hand, Pete asked, ‘Get me a lager, will you?’
    Downing his pint, Mark brought two more. ‘We’ll finish these and wait a few minutes. Then I’m thinking I should make a move on the blonde girl.’
    Pete went along with the idea. ‘Right! You go for her, and I’ll chat up the other one.’
    ‘Like I said…it’s our lucky night.’
    ‘Okay, okay!’ Pete gestured towards the dance-floor. ‘The bloke’s back!’
    Mark was curious. ‘Look there! He’s brought the dark-haired one back with him.’ Now all three were dancing together.
    ‘Best leave them to it then, eh?’ Pete said. ‘We don’t want to start world war three.’
    While Mark was watching the three of them, a young auburn-haired girl was watching him. After a while she caught his eye and smiled at him.
    ‘Hey, Pete!’ Mark couldn’t help grinning. ‘Did you see that? I pulled without even trying!’
    While Mark danced with the auburn-haired girl, Pete was content to stay on the sidelines and watch. He was fascinated by the other three. One minute the bloke was dancing with the blonde, and the next he was dancing with the dark-haired girl.
    Wandering to the far end of the bar, he sat on the stool, lost in thoughts of that lonely girl seated on the platform bench. He could not understand why he was so smitten with her. She hadn’t even looked at him. But something had drawn him to her, and now he couldn’t think about anything else.
    ‘Maybe Mark is right,’ he thought aloud, ‘maybe she really is a witch.’
    ‘I hope you’re not talking about me ?’ A soft voice invaded his thoughts.
    Startled, he swung round to see a pretty face looking up at him. Tall and willowy, she was wearing white jeans and a dark, fitted top that followed her every curve. ‘I’m sorry…’ he smiled down at her, ‘I was just thinking aloud.’
    The girl moved closer. ‘So, who’s this witch you were talking about?’
    Pete felt foolish. ‘Oh, it’s just some girl.’
    ‘Not a witch then?’ Her eyes seemed to melt right into his.
    He gave a soft, nervous laugh. ‘I hope not.’
    ‘Who is she then?’
    Pete shrugged. ‘Like I said…she’s just a girl.’
    ‘Is she your girl?’
    ‘No.’ But oh, how he wished she was.
    Encouraged, she closed in on him. ‘Do you have a girlfriend?’
    Pete shook his head. ‘Not at the minute, no.’
    ‘Are you looking for someone?’
    He gazed down at the pretty face and wondered if she was just playing games with him. ‘I might be. Why? Are you offering?’
    She smiled. ‘You never know.’
    ‘Would you like a drink?’
    ‘Thank you, no.’ She leaned towards him. ‘You can ask me if I need a friend though.’
    ‘Well, do you…need a friend, I mean?’
    ‘Why?’ She had a definite look in her eye. ‘Do you want to be my