Away from the hoorahs of the engagement party three floors below, we escaped to the roof, savouring the sticky air of midsummer. I wanted to be beguiling but ‘college’ was all I could utter when he asked how I knew them. Now I need to see this through with the devil-may-care attitude I projected after two glasses of champagne.
The city skyline streaks across the landscape in tones of blush and ink as we lose the sun to the moon. The chaos of the streets below, a hazy thrum. Oh god, he’s effortlessly cool. I can hear my heartbeat.