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definitely how it starts. I remember that much. I watch him watching Laura make her way through the crowded bar towards the entrance out of the corner of my eye and try to predict his next move. Will he be in a hurry to ditch the bar now that we’re alone? Will he try to push his luck or act like the perfect gentleman, which would be a shame! He’s hot and now I’m thinking about it, I’m more than a little bothered and it’s all potentially very good – or very bad, if I play my cards right. What is happening to me? I feel like a bitch on heat and now all I can think about is sex.
    Cool it down or you’ll blow everything! These are supposed to be calming words but they merely lead to images of compromising situations; me on my knees and the Heavenly Baker floating somewhere up in the clouds with the most blissful expression upon his face. Good grief! This has to stop right now.
    â€˜You look like you’re having fun.’
    Earth to Ava! Return from orbit!
    â€˜Excuse me!’ He is looking right at me with those blue eyes that could happily send me to paradise. I feel the colour racing into my cheeks and pray he’s not that good a mind reader, though you don’t exactly have to be Einstein to work out where my mind has been wandering. ‘Can I tell you something?’ I say, my voice a husky whisper.
    â€˜If you want to,’ replies Matt with a smile.
    â€˜This is all a little bit surreal.’ I avoid his gaze and look out into the bar. ‘I don’t ever go places like this and I’m struggling to take it all in, really.’
    â€˜Do you regret answering the call and coming up here to the Big City?’ he asks.
    â€˜No, not at all,’ I reply with a shake of my head. ‘But I feel like a passenger.’
    â€˜You’re really not a passenger,’ says the Heavenly Baker.
    I lean a little closer to him. ‘You read about people having out-of-body experiences and that’s a little bit like how I feel right now. I want to capture the moment, just take a picture and frame it for posterity, because I think this is a good moment.’
    â€˜So take a picture,’ replies Matt softly.
    â€˜I can’t do that,’ I say, shaking my head again.
    â€˜Of course you can,’ he insists.
    â€˜No, I really can’t because then I’d be a super-fan and I’m really trying to keep some kind of composure here so you’ll think I have at least a degree of cool, despite the debacle of my one and only live television appearance.’
    Matt shakes his head.
    â€˜It was,’ I say. ‘It was awful, I’m sure.’
    â€˜Would you like another drink?’ he asks.
    â€˜Yes, that’s a good idea. Nicely avoided with the whole changing the subject; you know what you’re doing, don’t you?’
    â€˜Can I get you another beer?’
    â€˜Yes, please.’
    â€˜Promise me that you’ll stay here,’ he says, and now there is an edge to his voice, an edge that wasn’t there before, which is odd.
    â€˜OK,’ I say.
    â€˜Good, because we need to talk.’ He rises from the couch.
    â€˜You can let me down gently,’ I tell him. ‘It’s OK. I’m a big girl.’
    â€˜No, you’re not,’ he says, looking back.
    â€˜I meant age not weight,’ I clarify.
    â€˜Good. Because if you give me any rubbish about being overweight or unhappy with your body then I’m going to get angry, so don’t go anywhere!’
    I see the flash of anger in his eyes and now I really don’t know what to think. He’s annoyed and that must be my doing. That’s just brilliant, Ava! You’ve just ruined a perfect scenario and you don’t even know what you’ve done. I sit and stew and await the Heavenly Baker’s return. I play with my empty beer bottle. I peel the label off and watch the other drinkers who are trying not to watch me except we are