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‘So,’ he said. He hesitated for a moment, coughed, then forged ahead, ‘so we’ve already chatted, of course, but – can we talk a little more about what you – like?’

I didn’t answer immediately. I was wondering about his tone. It sounded a little slick. How often did he pick up women and did he care about who he picked up?

Without noticing, I had moved a few inches away on the bench.

Simon moved away, too.

‘I – is this too much?’ he said. ‘Too soon?’

‘No, no,’ I said. There was some awkwardness.

I felt foolish, then I felt lost. Was I really the proud, self-assured woman confidently selecting lovers that I had thought I was?

Simon looked away into the darkness.

‘I don’t do this sort of thing very often,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know what to expect. I thought maybe you wouldn’t be there. I thought, OK, in that case I’ll just have a glass of wine and enjoy the view. It’s a long time since I last came to Nepenthe.’

‘I am here,’ I said. I laid my hand on the table but he didn’t touch it.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You are here. I must say you are – so much more than I expected.’

‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘Although – can I ask? What did you expect?’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘I’m not exactly doing very well at this, am I?’

‘You’re honest,’ I said. ‘That’s good.’

‘Well,’ he said, ‘I thought – you’re a stranger.’

‘So are you.’

We looked at each other as the shadows shivered.