Sorry

Paolo arranged to meet Marcia at a restaurant in Borough Market at 12.30. He could dispose of his plastic bag on the way. He allowed himself a smile as he thought ‘If lunch is anything like breakfast... fucking hell!’

He hardly had time to brush his teeth before his phone went again and this time it was Sofia. Her tone was chipper.

“Hi Paolo. Sorry if I woke you earlier, but it seemed such a waste to leave you on your own down there. Why don’t we meet for a drink after work tonight and I can say sorry properly.