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believed her. And much more worryingly, she wasn’t sure whether she believed herself.
    She didn’t have to worry though, because after the big introduction dinner, Lee quite simply disappeared. None of their crowd saw him. He let out his flat and moved into Hannah’s bigger place in Stoke Newington. He stopped ringing and texting, and seemed to be busy whenever anyone invited him to do something. Jo got her hands on a brilliant debut script by a young Pakistani writer, living in East London, and she asked Lee if he wanted to do the set, but he cried off, saying things at work were too busy. He had never been too busy for an exciting creative project before, and Jo felt very sad.
    Time passed, and Jo did two more productions, each in a slightly bigger venue. They got good reviews, and on the last one she even broke even, but she was nowhere near being able to give up her day job. She didn’t mind though. She had more responsibility at Susie’s PR company, andsurprisingly, she really began to enjoy her job. She felt less and less that it was a way to fill in time and earn money, and more that it challenged her and asked things of her creatively. Susie was a wonderful boss and sent her on a number of useful training courses in marketing and PR writing. Jo was busy … too busy for any kind of romantic relationship, and, truth be told, too busy to see her friends much. But that seemed to be the case with everyone. A few of her uni friends had got married and settled down, a few more had gone travelling and one or two had emigrated. The days of weekly get-togethers and impromptu breaks away together were over. It wasn’t surprising … as they all headed into their thirties, it was the way things were likely to go.
    So it was quite a surprise when, one day, Lee’s name popped up in her email inbox. Before she even read the message, she tried to recall when they had last been in contact. She thought there had been an email exchange around her birthday (‘Happy birthday’/‘Thanks, can you come to my birthday dinner?’/‘Sorry too busy.’), but other than that, they hadn’t been in touch for about eighteen months. Intrigued, she opened the email.
    Hey stranger,
    This is the crappest friend of all time making contact, and for the most clichéd reason of all time. Yes, I’m single, although feeling far from footloose and fancy-free, and back in my old flat in Islington. Things between Hannah and me didn’t work out, and it all ended ratherbadly, I’m sad to say. I have a new job, working for a design studio in Hoxton Square, so not a million miles from you if you fancy an after-work drink, or, if I don’t make the grade for that, maybe a swift bite of lunch?
    Grovellingly yours,
    Lee x
    She didn’t hesitate for a moment, and fired off a reply offering drinks plus dinner, and telling him grovelling was totally unnecessary. As she sent it, she realised how much she’d missed him. She was sorry things hadn’t worked out with Hannah, really she was, but it would be brilliant to have Lee to kick around with again.
    They met in a quiet wine bar near his offices in Hoxton. He looked the same, but quieter somehow, more subdued. As if he’d grown up. When Jo came in, he jumped up and kissed and hugged her, then drew her to sit down. He’d already ordered a bottle of wine and he filled her glass. She’d expected it to be slightly awkward, but it was anything but, and after the third glass Jo decided she had been wrong, and that to her relief Lee hadn’t grown up at all. He told her all about his new job. ‘You know where I worked before I got into typography. I’d heard about this company … it’s a font foundry, so I applied, and I’m incredibly lucky they took me on. We actually make our own fonts. Design them from scratch, letter by letter.’
    â€˜Foundry? Wow … that sounds cool. Do you all