ROSIE

I’D seen pictures of peter, but people always seem to look different in person. He was short, and thick set, with huge shoulders and some really impressive biceps on him showing through his t-shirt. His eyes were a lovely deep blue and his stubble was rough, which suited him. I’d heard plenty of stories about how fun he was from Lola, and how loud his laugh was, but I could tell as he shook Julian’s hand that he was anxious, as though he was at a job interview rather than coming to hang out with some new friends. I saw then what Lola had been talking about. The world...