-61. The Stranger Knows My Name

Wasn’t planning to go to the work do. Another sycophantic schmoozefest with corporate clients.

But the invite said open bar, and someone mentioned a charcuterie.

I got an email from HR about “representing the company” and “showing our best selves.”

Didn’t reply. Slipped out the office early to have a couple of liveners.

Nothing too hard. Few pints. Couple of tequilas. Hugh appeared with a bag of coke.

The party was in full swing when we arrived. Suits everywhere.

Clocked her straight away, the stranger. Across the room. Hair like poured ink. It flowed when she turned.

She stood tall. Still. Didn’t want to be noticed, but couldn’t help it. A dress the colour of midnight. Close-fitted but not showy.

One of the Simons was talking at her. He was laughing. She wasn’t. Seemed like she wanted to leave.

Had a couple more. Loosened up. Did a lap. Hugh gave me a look. “Don’t”.

Made me want it more.

Found her alone by the cloakroom. Said something clever to break the ice. She half-laughed. I asked her name. Forgot it.

She was quiet. I liked that.

I told her I was funny. Mentioned my missing cactus. Said it was a prickly situation. Asked if she knew anything about it.

Blank stare. Shouldn’t have used Hugh’s joke again.

Needed to trust my instincts. Act naturally. Asked why she was in my office that day. Did she know who I am?

She looked at me. Held it for a second. Maybe two. Touched her hair. Looked down. Then back at me.

We kissed.

Before she asked, I took her phone and put my number in. Called mine so I’d have hers. No awkward typing.

She stayed a bit longer. Then said she had to go. Early meeting. I offered to walk her to the station, but she had a car waiting.

Watched her go. Smiling.

Chuckled to myself as a Simon went after her.