"Say it, then."
She was not going to move until I did. I know that woman.
She had come across a continent and stood in row 9 for 120 minutes and a shootout on the Saturday, and hidden nothing on her face while she did it, which is the whole problem with her.
It was Tuesday now. 2 days on, the night before the semi-final. She had found me the way she always finds me, in an empty function room with the lights half on, sat with a thing I had not said to anybody.
She had my hand in both of hers on the table and she was not letting go of it.
So I looked at her instead of answering.
Red hair come loose out of whatever she had put it up in that morning. Green eyes. Yesterday's mascara she had not fully got off, because she had not been home either, because home was 2,000 miles away and neither of us had one out here except the other one.
"You've been hiding from me since Sunday," she said. Not cross. Just true.
"Yeah."
"2 days."
"Yeah."
