I read that in a magazine at the hairdressers.
Raymond was already there when I arrived, chatting to a different yet almost identical young man with a beard from the one who’d served us last time.
I ordered a frothy coffee and a cheese scone again, which made Raymond smile. “You’re a creature of habit, Eleanor, aren’t you?” I shrugged.
“You look nice, by the way,” he said. “I like your...” He gestured indistinctly at my face.
I nodded. “People seem to like me better with makeup on, for some reason,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, apparently as stumped as I was. The bearded man brought our food and Raymond began shoveling it into his face.
“Did you have a good time on Saturday, then?” he asked. I wished it had been between mouthfuls, but it was, in fact, horrifically, during one.
“Yes, thank you,” I said. “It was the first time I’ve tried dancing, and I quite enjoyed it.”
He kept forking the food into his mouth. The process, and the noise, seemed almost industrial in its relentlessness.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked. “Mmm,” he said. “It was fun, wasn’t it?”
He wasn’t using a knife, but held a fork in his right hand like a child or an American. He smiled.
I considered asking whether he and Laura had danced again that evening, whether he’d escorted her home, but decided against it.
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