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the list,’ I said.
    ‘Class.’
    ‘What about you? What’s your favourite band?’
    ‘Metallica,’ he said, without hesitation.
    ‘I’m not a hardcore fan,’ I said. ‘But they’re unreal live.’
    ‘You’ve seen them?’
    ‘Yeah, I saw them in Marlay Park a few years ago.’
    ‘Me too.’ He smiled again. A perfect smile, I decided. He had nice teeth. And I noticed he hadn’t shaved. I liked his rugged look. But I had to remind myself he was with Sarah. Get a grip – he has a girlfriend .
    What followed was an intense conversation about iconic rock stars and guitar amps and distortion pedals. I had talked about them with countless guys in the past, so the words just fell out of my mouth. All I was thinking was how adorable Nick looked in that T-shirt, and how cute his smile was, and how much I desperately wanted to touch his lips with mine. Over the past few days I’d tried my best to stop fixating on this guy, who I barely knew, but now I realized that I couldn’t fight it. It was official: he was just too perfect.
    ‘What are you doing down here by yourself anyway?’ he asked.
    I had to force my thoughts back to the conversation.
    ‘I was just writing some lyrics.’
    ‘Really? Can I see them?’
    ‘No. I mean … they’re not finished yet … You can see them when they’re finished.’ I was reluctant to hand them over: they more than hinted at a sense of unrequited love. There was no way he was going to find out my true feelings, whether he recognized the inspiration or not.
    ‘OK …’ He yawned again and stood up. ‘Well, I hope you can make it tonight.’
    He hoped I could make it. When I like a guy, I tend to examine every word that comes out of his mouth with the determination of a profiler interviewing a suspect. He hoped I could make it. Perhaps things were not as bleak as they had originally seemed. He gave me another irresistible smile and headed back down the path towards the gate. He looked back once, and I really hoped he didn’t catch me staring at him.
    Once he’d left the garden I read the words of my new song again.
    I know it would be perfect
    But you will never see;
    Your silent conversations
    Were never meant for me.
    When I think about it
    I shouldn’t ache so bad.
    How can I miss something
    That I never had?
    Standing in this prison,
    I helped create my cell.
    How can a thing from heaven
    Make my life a hell?
    My heart’s in little pieces;
    I must be going mad.
    How can I miss something
    That I never had?
    Yes. I’d definitely made the right decision not showing it to him.
    It started to drizzle so I gathered my things and put them inmy bag. I was glad the oak tree provided some shelter. I wanted this moment to last, so I closed my eyes. He loves me, he loves me not, he really hoped I could make it, he loves me, he loves me not. I stayed there for a few minutes, lost in my thoughts.
    It was just a slight summer shower, so when it was easing off I got up and followed the path round to the water fountain on the other side of the oak tree. I watched the raindrops splash into it, joining the water that trickled down through the grey stone. The sound of the water had a wonderfully calming effect. I noticed there was a little brass plaque at the bottom of the fountain. Stepping closer I could see that the engraving on it read:
    In memory of Beth Cullen, who spent happy times here.
    There was that name again. If there was a fountain dedicated to her, she must have been very special. Her family must really miss her , I thought as I left the garden and headed back to the caravan.

Chapter 7
    What does one wear to a Friday night table quiz in a parish hall? I wondered. I’d already spent almost two hours that evening trying to answer the question, and now I was running out of time. I wanted my style to be distinctive but understated. It was important to make an impression on Nick, but it should also look effortless. At the moment it looked like my suitcase had exploded,

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