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‘I don’t meet up with strangers every day, you know. In fact, I’d say it’s pretty out of character. Although it doesn’t feel like we’re strangers, does it? I feel like I know you already,’ I babbled.

I was fidgety, restless. I ran my fingers through the coarse, golden sand, the grains slipping between the gaps in the comb-like shape my hand had made.

‘Well, you sort of do know me already,’ he said with a shrug. ‘It’s an unusual situation, to be fair.’

‘I bet it’s not that unusual these days,’ I answered thoughtfully. ‘There must be loads of people who’ve met up through the internet. Twitter, Facebook, all those online dating agencies…it’s becoming a normal way to meet people. It’s one way of finding out whether you like someone before you meet them I suppose, a kind of ‘try before you buy’.’