What happened next? He’s forgotten.
It was one of those unforgettable nights.
He catches her eye through the glass wall and blows her a kiss; she looks away, but he gets a quick glimpse of a smile. What would it be like, he wonders, to take her back to Doncaster, to introduce her to his parents, Marcus and Doro? Hm. Possibly a bit awkward at first. He’ll have to prepare the ground carefully. One slight problem is that he hasn’t actually told his parents yet that he’s packed in his maths PhD at Cambridge, and is working as a quantitative analyst for the UK branch of an international investment bank. And earning . . . well, quite a lot more than they ever did. When he meets up with Doro tomorrow, he’ll tell her.
Yes, he’ll definitely do it tomorrow.
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