I RAP MY nails on the desk, ignoring the negligible discomfort running up my wrists from my fingertips. Waiting impatiently for the computer to load, I meander through the rooms that now form part of the new office space.

My mind is so consumed with my current situation, and my new living arrangements, I don’t hear the muffled click of Nancy's heels against the floor. Nor do I notice her until she waves a hand in front of me, snapping me out of my fantasising about Castro, and the foreign, distinguishable emotions I’m feeling for him.

“Earth to Nelly!” she chides with a smile in place. My eyes focus, and...