The night before we met, Miss Pinks and a few friends had tickets to see The X Factor in London. Thus she established with Mr Dry her alibi for being in the city to meet me the next day.
As she stood in the cold and the wet, queueing to get in, she spent the time texting me with ‘Ping!’, an app she had insisted I get. I did my best to keep her warm with thoughts of the next day, and offered to ‘Flip’ her: our word for making each other get one of those delicious bursts of butterflies.
I asked her to guess which letter word, beginning with ‘L’ I thought described her. She wouldn’t say it, so after an hour or so I relented and told her. Lovable. “Miss Pinks,” I told her just as she went in to the show, “I think you’re utterly lovable.”
She still is.