King’s Cross, London Fashion Week
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This is what happens after brunch on the weekend, when all of the boys are in the basement drinking beer together and watching football—this is the part of the leisure day when the sun is right and high street is ripe with the sort of candy in its windows that makes it impossible to look away. This is what happens when no one else is home and nothing at all is happening but the noise from the city streets below outside her window. She whistles out. Texting the girls is nice but nothing compared to lounging longways over the wrap-around sofa with the coils from the throwback rotary twisting between her fingers. Because he likes retro—he had to get it. This is what happens when he’s just returned home and has already made up his mind that he’s going to be too busy for any real quality time…
Only he hasn’t seen how she looks yet.